Beast With Flowers Novels & Stories

Rose's mouth was ablaze with the smell of fresh blood. Her eyes flushed suddenly, revealing her fangs, and she bared her teeth. Rose shrieked in shock and held her head tightly in her hands as she rolled around on the icy ground like an animal. She took a few steps back and then a few steps forward while growling and glaring at Miren. Rose is unable to progress because Miren's lyrics force her to take a step backward after each and everyone that she takes forward.

Please, please, please…. It is getting darker and darker, I quickly run back to the hill and look down, and I am able to catch it right before the sunset. There is no human behind the trees, of course. There is only a giant weird ugly flower, at least 2-meter tall, mouth in the center of the pistil with shark-like teeth awakening as the sun goes down. I lost words. How could the flower talk? How could those creature exist? There is another fact I know for sure; I am the prey in this forest. A flower could easily trap and kill me.

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

I picked and read the note attached to it. 'Follow the roses' I read out loud, as if simultaneously, light shone and I saw the roses all lined up forming a path. Of course they knew that red roses were my favorite and I guessed that it was the paramount reason it was used. I smiled happily wondering the kind of surprise that my friends had prepared for me. The heavenly scent of the roses filled my nostrils. As I walked down the path, the music grew louder. At the end of the path, laid a bunch of red roses arranged in a bouquet. I picked them up inhaling the satisfying and amazing scent, I picked up another paper and it read, 'to the most beautiful girl in the world.'

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

The guard hesitated, before continuing, "You're the only one who hasn't done testing…" Louis blinked, hearing this, before he burst into laughter. "There's no need for that! The twins who died definitely weren't mine! "Don't worry, that body was probably a Rogue that got on the bad side of the Brown Wolf Pack, then. Rena's at home, see?" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor.