Beast Of Beauclair Novels & Stories

I knew I did. I was drunk, and I slept with a stranger who happened to be King Gabriel LaBête, the Beast King, the man who women feared and wanted all at once. It was a mistake, that was all, so why did my chest feel like it was on fire? Tears ran down my face. I'd deliberated it for so long, and I told myself if ever the conversation of that night was to come up, I'd know what to say. And sitting there with him, saying those words hurt me more than it should have. But why? It wasn't like I had feelings for him. I've only been in the palace for fourteen days, and I don't even know him. Why then was I crying?

When he killed the engine, Layla hopped out of the back and began sorting through their gear in the trunk, while Mira scanned the vacant Starlight trench through her binoculars. “It certainly is vacant,” she said, thinking to herself that Nate had kept his word. In so many ways, she wished she hadn’t been compelled to run off from the Escala earlier. Part of her would’ve loved to have stayed, forgotten her worries for an afternoon, gotten lost in the spell of his body, the intoxication of his effect on her, but saving Bellevue from certain death was far more important. What was this war brewing inside her, hating and also loving Nate, if love was even a remote possibility? “Let’s go,” said L

I stared at the spot where the giant beast lay, and its position was a man bent on his knees. He had the palest of skins, like a corpse and long silvery hair, just like the beasts. The man began moving, he stood from the floor and stretched out. I let out a gasp, I couldn't believe the man that stood before me was the same beast that prowled the forest. His hair fell to his shoulders and shone in the faint moonlight. The only thing that reassured me that this was the same beast was his aura and the wicked glint in his eyes. Fear rooted me to the ground. This was what it meant to be face to face with death. I struggled to move back, and in doing so, I stumbled on a rock.

The look of surprise on her face suggested Zayden hadn’t imagined the setting in front of him. Dhara was actually glowing with a slightly bluish tint. “Impossible!” Jules gasped, her eyes almost as wide as saucers. She pushed the chair back with a jerk, the poor thing overturning behind her. “You found it. But how… how’s that possible?” “Found who?” Zayden glared, unable to peel his gaze off Dhara. She was glowing, like a moon goddess herself. “The divinity never fails to amaze me,” Jules chuckled maniacally, tears of awe glimmering in her eyes. “I can’t believe she actually exists.”

The Beast didn't even grunt. The giant spun around with terrifying agility. He grabbed Cyprian by the throat. Cyprian’s feet left the ground. The crowd screamed. "Kill him! Snap his neck!" Cyprian clawed at the massive hand crushing his windpipe. Black spots danced in his vision. He was staring into the Beast’s eyes—those strange, empty, intelligent eyes. This was it. The window of opportunity. Cyprian didn't thrash. He leaned forward, bringing his face inches from the giant’s ear.

The beast stood up unhurt while the Giants were with either broken limbs or dislocated legs and arms. "Now, let's finish this,"the beast said. His eyes ball begins to glow deep blue likewise his hair. "Munch on this"he said as he channelled large lightning from his body and aim it toward the weak giants. Painful gasps escape the lips of the Giants as the unlucky giants burn to ashes. He swiftly removes the heart of three giants with his sharp claws letting their lifeless body Crashed down with a loud thud. He sends a powerful punch to the ribcage of a giant sending him to unconscious state .He tears another giant stomach as his intestines are seen making it fall down dead.

Still do. He was far more than they describe in the rumors. People say he kills without mercy. That he doesn't fall in love. That he's a dangerous man who should never be offended. That he'll end you in the blink of an eye. That he controls the government like it's his personal maid. All of that. But that isn't what I saw that night. I saw a lot of things I still can't explain in those eyes of his. He has that kind of dazzling beauty that feels out of this world, almost unreal. No... no... no, stop thinking of that shit. I don't have a crush on him. That's ridiculous.

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”

*click clack click clack* Irvin went back to reality when he heard heavy footsteps. He stopped and turned around to see who it was. A guy wearing all black attire with an ‘Excelsis’ print written on his shirt and red bandana used as a headband on his bald head. He looks like a young gangster that is ready for a fight. “...he’ll going to get you.”