Beauty Among The Beasts Novels & Stories

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

Shekinah finally said – causing her to look at her in a questioning look – pasted in her face. “Your beast is slowly being awakened. And if that happens, there’s no way you can turn back into your human form – ever again. It will be uncontrollable and if that happens, even love won’t cure it and win you back from your senses.” She said – like it was an omen that needed to be stopped right away.

Oh, why does my head keep spinning like this? Why is there glue in my eyes? How do I open my eyes? "I told you, this is a terrible idea; it's like throwing fresh meat into a tiger's cage. Luckily the tiger is full; otherwise, we'd never see that stupid piece of meat again!" I heard it, even though it was faint; it was Bastian's voice. "You're wrong; I could see Nicholas' interested gaze. Did you see him smile before he left? That man is very cold; he never smiles, and he smiles at Jasmine. I don't think our plan completely failed," Jaden replied.

[Valerie] I was stunned by the mighty being who towered above me; her hair white as snow, billowing out behind her in the wind as she stretched out pale arms and the werewolves around us fell in submission. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and her eyes remained a faded shade of the red they were before she transformed. She was otherworldly - taller than most humans, her skin almost as white as her hair, but still, she was mesmerizing in all her beauty. She seemed delicate, as if her bones may break at the slightest touch, but when she spoke, through blood-red lips, she sounded as fierce as her werewolf looked.

"There are public restrooms, but they are not cleaned, and you will have to do it yourself." I swallowed. Hell. This place is hell. "Four. You have an alpha scent, but you are technically an omega to us." "Is there a way to climb up the ranks?" "You don't know what you are talking about," he said with a laugh. "You will never be able to climb up ranks in here." "Why? I have an alpha scent and..." "Ask your wolf if it can scent mine." I held my breath and focused. She could, but only faintly. I focused harder, and she immediately whimpered. Too strong. My eyes met his, and he gave a small smile.

My mind is feeling too giddy to focus. Terrax just keeps surprising me. I have never been around any man who treated women with respect, and on Kea, I haven't seen a single man disrespect a woman. It's been a complete one-eighty, and Terrax is the best of the best. Suddenly the crowd goes crazy, so I look up to see what I missed while I was daydreaming. I immediately see another dead beast and a clean-looking champion smiling at the crowd. The dead beast has four arms, just like the last monster, but its skin is red instead of being the color of bark.

Just relentless torment. Enduring heat was one thing, but this was something else. My bones burned as if they were being rubbed down with sandpaper. Hot tears rolled down my face, impairing my vision. Sharp teeth sliced through my gums, filling my mouth with the metallic taste of blood. My nose and jaw stretched forth from my skull, undergoing a metamorphosis that defied all medical science. Coarse brown hair erupted through each follicle, and my limbs bent into what should have been impossible angles. They moved beneath my skin like motorized parts of a shape-shifting robot. Then, as they met their resistance, they snapped and reconnected elsewhere. My back arched as I squirmed in agony. I

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."

Unlike its previous authoritative calls, this one was filled with indescribable joy and summoning, like thunder in spring, instantly spreading throughout the secret realm. The rare and exotic beasts scattered throughout the realm heard the call and immediately rose, gathering toward Amelia. The Jade-Horned Deer walked with graceful steps, the Lightning Finch formed neat lines in the air, and even the massive creatures dozing on the grass stood up slowly and made their way over. In moments, over a hundred exotic beasts of all shapes and sizes had assembled before Amelia, standing in orderly rows, their eyes fixed intently on her.