Novel & Cerita Beastly Beauty

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

She took two seconds watching him go to pick up a few of the blocks that needed to be taken off. Bella got into her car intruiged as she watched the guy who walked bare chest, his abs and muscular chest making her drool over. Bella had once that Jerome had been the only man to make her excited, however the man here was exotic. He had a certain aura around him that screamed power and elegant, it was as though he didn't belong to the gutters, but what was he doing in that filthy place. Bella's eyes had been glued at the man, till he had turned around and she saw his face.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

“Once.” Beverly moved then. She stepped away from the others, red eyes fixed on me, her smile crawling wider with every step. The wrongness around her seemed stronger now that she was closer. She looked mostly like Beverly still, and maybe that made it worse. Her beautiful face remained. Her golden hair remained. Her familiar cruelty remained. But under it all was something rotten. Something poured into a shape it did not truly fit. She smelled wrong. Not like wolf. Not like dragon. Not even like death. Like something death had touched and refused to take back.

Also, no wonder the place kept smelling badly, there was cow dunk everywhere. "I can already guess what you're thinking but believe me when I tell you this old warehouse is the prettiest one amongst the ones I've actually seen the bosses make use of. The rest of them have dried blood everywhere and sometimes you might come across human body parts lying around. Just thank your stars he didn't take you there." He tells me while starting the car and I couldn't help but gag in disgust. "Be honest with me Gabriel, how many people have you killed and did you also butcher them like cows?" I ask him and he chuckles.

I tried to explain with the best of my capabilities but if there are still others who don't understand it and haven't read the sequels, I humbly request to just check the wiki since they have a larger context base. The title of the most beautiful spirit beast of the continent goes to an insect spirit beast named Bright Goddess Butterfly. Its size depends on its cultivation. Greater the cultivation, larger the size. Its carapace is glowing white in color as if the most central location of a fire. The glow released from the white carapace makes its luminescent blue wings with constantly changing dark-blue patterns on the surface and the golden lining on the edge of the wings stand out further.