Novel & Cerita Beast Of Beauclair

I mumble, still staring at the Beast who is watching his claw. I remember when I drowned in the lake. The Beast had jumped behind me as if reaching me was the ultimate goal. Maybe, he doesn’t want to harm— My thoughts come to a halt when the Beast growls and lunges towards Declan. The latter is prepared to fight. He forms an invisible shield, causing the Beast to hit the air. I gasp, stumbling a step back. The shield enrages the Beast. He stumbles before the ground starts shaking again. Glass falls from the ceiling, and doesn’t stop falling after that.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there. The only thing the patrons would’ve seen was something faster than their eyes could track. They said a magician’s hands were quicker than the eyes, but a werewolf in human form was twice as fast. Outside, the sounds of the Manhattan streets assaulted my ears and I was glad for the darkness. It was easier to blur with her in my arms and avoid any traffic or other cameras. Still, I made it look like she was drunk and hanging onto me in case anyone saw us. I pulled her closer as she tried to struggle against my hold. Her fresh scent of espresso with too mu

“You will be going to Hell with me, pretty one. Let’s enjoy this time.” The growl could be heard again and Belle finally saw the large creature hissing from the woods. It appeared like a leopard with black soft fur. The beast was elegant as it padded its way toward them but the gaze was filled with so much bloodlust and violence that if Belle wasn’t standing next to Leon, it would have come after her. “Go,” Leon ordered and the beast pounced it large jagged teeth toward the creature, biting off its hand and munching delight on the flesh and blood it received.

To know the origin of the beasts, I have to touch it. All beasts are creepy looking and they are all hybrid consists of two genes except the one who had the diamond. Why did the diamond choose this beast? Well, there’s only one reason the beast is a powerful hybrid. I can sense its strong aura. The beasts roared and growled loudly and started attacking us. Azrael growled and attacked the weak ones I told him earlier. I know the beast’s capability just by looking at them. I ran towards the beast, not tearing my gaze away from its burning eyes. The beast didn’t move like it was waiting for me to get nearer. I killed every beast that blocked my way.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.

Carved with ancient symbols split wolf crowns, eclipses, 3 eyed monsters. She reached a high balcony overlooking a huge hall below sarah looked over the edge and froze in horror. In the middle of the hall was a big pool of bubbling dark silver liquid around it, dozens of silver masked people knelt in a circle, praying. At the far end, on a throne made of black volcanic glass, sat the Beast. He was huge almost 8 feet tall. Black iron armor that seemed to eat the light, his face was hidden by swirling black darkness, with only 2 crimson-silver eyes glowing.