Beast Of Beauclair Novels & Stories

The next morning, Bob and Ben’s shouting jolted her awake. “Hurry! Alex and Lucas are back!” Clar blinked, then sat upright. The vicious female supporting character’s beast mates had returned. She hastily tidied herself and rushed outside. Two female bear beastfolk stared at her in shock—her pale skin almost made them forget their words. “What are you standing there for? Take me to them.” Snapped out of it, they led her to the central square. Beastfolk crowded around. Clar pushed forward, squeezing through. In the middle lay two blood-soaked males—and a pink-haired female.

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

The beast was furious as it couldn't attack her with its claw,so it opened it's mouth wide to attack again. There was a small flashing yellow light coming from far ,which made the sight of the beast more distinguishable..There were long canines ..sharper than knives...Hairy face like a bear..but she knew it wasn't a bear..it looked more like..a wolf..but not an ordinary wolf... This one was gigantic .. "Oh my God what the fuck is that? Oh my ..Hellllllllppppppp! Hellllllllllllp me anybodyyyyyyyyyy! "

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.

And the compact. I was supposed to be gone by now. I was supposed to have slipped poison into his glass, smiled, said goodbye. This place is going to burn. Claire said there’ll be a decoy. A body. You’ll be free. And yet—I’m here. Beneath the man I’m supposed to kill. Letting him kiss me like I’ll never breathe again if he stops.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Lucien stepped back. "What is that?" Aurel answered in a whisper. "The Void Beast." "The first creature ever consumed by the Void." The monster roared. The sound shattered nearby cliffs. Its massive claw swept across the battlefield. The impact sent everyone flying. I crashed into a broken pillar. Pain shot through my shoulder. Before I could rise, the beast was already above me. Its claw descended. "Emilia!" Wesley shouted. A flash of silver light crossed my vision. Aurel intercepted the attack with the Spear of Dawn.

"I want you to explain how you know about the full moon." "We told you," Marta said quickly. "Everyone knows—" "Everyone knows the beast king is cursed," Kael interrupted. "Not everyone knows the specific timing of his transformations. So I'll ask again—how do you know?" The silence stretched taut between us. I could see my aunt and uncle struggling with something, their faces tight with fear and indecision. "Answer him," I said quietly. "Or I'll let him tear the answers from your throats." "People talk," Henrik said finally. "Travelers, merchants. Word spreads about these things."

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.