Beauties Beasts Novels & Stories

Lights spun in violent color, crimson, gold, electric blue, each one flashing across faces, bodies, heat, and movement. Luna’s Pulse. That’s what the sign above the door read. Vivia’s favorite spot, apparently. Inside, the air was thick with wolf pheromones and alcohol. The scent of dominance and desire clung to everything. Pack marks glowed faintly under UV light, signifying loyalty, rank, and power. Rogues, Betas, and a few wolves mixed freely, though tension simmered beneath the surface. “Welcome to the beating heart of Lunaris,” Vivia shouted over the music, handing me a glass of something golden and wicked. “Drink up, babe. Tonight, you’re not the broken Luna… you’re you.”

I couldn’t help admiring her fringed costume which included a ‘waterfall’ bra without cups. I was sure the Alpha would love something like that on me and resolved to have a word with the seamstress. I no longer found it strange that older she-wolves chose to be around this culture of pleasure through pain. While Naomi had looked out for the subs’ mental welfare, a task I was now undertaking, Ruth made them feel good with inventive costumes. And the pay was good; I had seen to that. The most daunting thing about today was that I may need to explicitly discuss my triggers with the Alpha. No doubt he would enjoy that!

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”

Ajay implores. "Come on, Don! Look at her. Her beauty is outshining the lights of this hall, but that won't last for long if this is how you are going to behave with her. A beauty so rare, needs special care." The last bit is a whisper that makes even the monster tremble. My!

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

"I know. But the suspense kills me. Will she be a warrior like I? I have always dreamed of a mate who will conquer with me." Kane said nothing for a while, and Zane scoffed. "I know. She is human. That is my curse." "Humans have an allure to them, don't you think?" Zane shook his head. "I do not share your thoughts, Kane. I will get ready for tonight, and then leave once the sun rises tomorrow. Prepare everything." "Yes, brother." Kane said, and then came forward to Zane's normally affectionate half hug. Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him.

[CAMI] The dress fits like a fucking dream. Figures. It clings to me like silk was invented just to wrap around my body. Heart-shaped neckline that does all kinds of wicked things to my chest, the fabric hugging my hips like it knows how to sin. I stare at myself in the mirror and blink once. Twice. I look… insane. Insanely beautiful. I’m not humble about it. Never have been. I’ve never pretended to be the kind of girl who calls herself ugly just to hear someone argue otherwise. I know what I look like.