Beastly Beauty Novels & Stories

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."

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

“Elira!” Zara’s voice rang sharp as steel through the chaos. She stood behind me, her hands weaving threads of star-magic into Maxim’s form. He was already half-gone, the Beast unfurling from his flesh—horns curling like molten stone, claws carving trenches into the earth, wings beating shadows into storm. His eyes burned, not gold, not human, but something between fire and void. He was beautiful, and he was terrifying.

cried the eldest sister, "It's worse than I thought!" "Much much worse," said the second. "The oracle was right! You have married a beast! A monster!" "Oh, no, no!" cried Psyche in tears. "Not a monster! But the most beautiful being in the world!" "Beautiful beings like to be seen," said the eldest. "It is the nature of beauty to be seen, Psyche. Only the ugliness hides itself away. You have married a true beast."

It was all the work of the Rat Clan who were indiscriminately hunting women. A tailor like Kara and his family seems trivial, but their presence is very much needed on the pleasure side. Even though this world is harsh and seems to kill or be killed. The Beastmen in this world pay close attention to appearance. Whether it's men or women, it doesn't matter if they are Predators or Herbivores. They all like something beautiful and pretty, they also pay attention to the precision and details of an item. Not only for their pairs. Men also really like to beautify themselves. Instinctively, it is done to be able to attract the attention of women.

Chapter 14- Silver Rain, Vanilla, and Cotton Candy AZRAEL POV Goddess. She was so beautiful. Not the kind of beauty poets wrote about in soft, little, love songs. No. My mate was the kind of beauty that made wars start. The kind that made monsters kneel. It fucking made sense. How Malrik’s beast was so tamed and pliant during a full moon. How he had raged and broken chains to reach her. It all made sense now.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

the beauty beamed. "I will be yours forever, mi amor. You are the only one I want. No other woman could compare to you," I declared, the intensity of the moment increasing. I could feel the pressure building up, my orgasm closer. "Don't stop, don't stop," the beauty begged. "I won't, I promise," I assured her, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I groaned as the pressure reached its peak, and I exploded, releasing my seed inside her. The orgasm was intense, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I collapsed onto the bed, wasted.

And I was going to find out what. After Damien left me alone, I stayed in that room for hours. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find something. And then—I did. An old text. Dusty. Nearly falling apart. The passage sent a chill down my spine: "A union between the beast and the bride will break the chains or doom the bloodline forever." "She will carry the mark of destiny, a symbol of the moon." My heart slammed against my ribs. My hand instinctively went to my hip, fingers grazing over the crescent moon birthmark.

’ My hands patted my sheathes that were holding the blades that would help to end Draxthi and the Demacores entirely. A gust of dark energy moved towards us. Draxthi, Gixin, Calvin, a group of Demacores, and a couple of witches appeared within that energy. Beauty let her Vessel aura out to play so that it could entice them. It was working like a fucking charm. They all looked like they wanted to possess her, but they would be dead long before that ever fucking happened. “Hello, boys,” Beauty drawled.