Beauties Beasts Novels & Stories

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Maybe I was just imagining stuff because I was panicking. A group of people walked in on us with a very tall man leading them. Behind him were a number of at least five people with two females. I have never seen females this attractive before. They were all so tall and slender. Their features were sharp and charming and they had these fantastic bodies. Even the men were ripped and tall but they weren’t as bulked up as Zeke.

Nothing came out. She gasped. “Oh my moons, you did.” “Vivia!” “You kissed Ares?” “…yes.” “I knew it. Moody brooding types always fall first.” She leaned forward. “Finn?” “…yes.” “Aaaaand the golden retriever strikes again. Gunner?” “…yes.” “Oh my goddess.” She clutched her chest dramatically. “Kai too?” “…yes,” I mumbled. Vivia collapsed backward in theatrical agony. “All four?! In one day?! Zorya! Are you trying to ascend?! Become a goddess? Because this is how you ascend! This is how one becomes immortal!”

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.