Beau Swan Novels & Stories

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

"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.

While norms were pretty clumsy, whatever was heading this way was making a lot of noise. Zephyra was sure even a drunk-off-his-ass redneck tromping through the woods wouldn’t make this much noise. Her gut was right. The largest beast Zephyra had ever seen emerged from the trees and stepped out into the small clearing. It stood about fifteen feet from her. The beast moved with a grace unnatural for its size as it stopped in almost the same spot as the buck she’d been hunting only a minute ago.

I made a quick turn and then my step become aggressive not minding my wound. I jump into the air as if I was dancing in the middle of the stage. The steps I'm doing is exactly the step that Aliah did when she perform the role of Odette in the Swan Lake. I really wanted to be the white swan that's why I memorize her steps although I was told to be Odile...

While we wait for the doctor to finish doing their checks on Harley, I take my phone from my pocket and message Luna Eden. ------------------------------- Hi, This is Bailey, I am sorry to have messed you around going back and forth like a yo-yo. I appreciated everything we spoke about on the phone, and I can’t begin to tell you how things are for me right now, but I have had a chance to consider all that you said, and I don’t think I can turn down the opportunity to come and work for you, so please would you consider me for the role of teacher that you offered me, and allow me a place within your pack whilst working there due to the distance from my own pack, as we had previously discussed?

I went for a facial with my bestie, Tanya Tomlinson, at a beauty salon that went viral online recently. Just as we stepped foot in that salon, we were immediately greeted by good-looking six-foot-tall hunks. A man in a black suit who resembled a celebrity approached us. He addressed Tanya like they were old friends. "Tanya, it's been a while. Are you here for a facial or hairdo?" Tanya flicked her sexy wavy curls and smirked at the man. "I'm here for a facial. This is my best friend, Daphne Monterey. She's here for the first time. I'll entrust her to you."

Layla did not look like a hummingbird though, not with the cute, ribbon-bound pigtails she’d put her hair in, and the black plunging neckline of her straight, open-back gown. I hesitated, wondering if I should say anything. Low profile Nola, low profile. I told myself until my messiah complex won out and I opened my big mouth again. “I think you look beautiful Layla,” I said quietly, and the corridor fell into silence as all the eyes turned to me. “If anything,” I continued in the silence because apparently, I enjoyed torturing myself. “I would say you look like a black swan, elegant Layla. Different.” I finished airily, looking pointedly at Sarah’s puff, blue princess gown and smiling back

I am afraid he won't hear it. "I need a few questions answered. Until I receive those answers, you must stay here. The oracle has already been summoned, so it should not be more than a few days," he replies, and my eyes bulge as he speaks about the mythical creature my teachers talked about during our story times. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," I whisper, and he growls softly.

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... ***

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.