Beauty Among The Beasts Novels & Stories

She mimed my punch, complete with sound effects. I burst into laughter again, doubling over. “He looked like a cartoon character seeing stars. I almost felt bad. Almost.” “Almost,” Natalie agreed, nodding sagely. Then she smirked wider. “But let’s be real, we look so much better with our bruises than they do. We’re like – badass battle scars. They just looked like kicked puppies.” We exchanged a proud, almost feral grin. Yeah, we were messed up, but we’d messed them up worse. The memory of their faces—stunned, shocked, and nursing their egos—was strangely satisfying.

I wasn't in total shock hearing his confession, but his next words shocked me even more. "But I never knew that this beast would find his beauty." My breathing got caught up in my throat. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time. He smiled, and it wasn't a fake one. He stared at me with pure adoration and affection. "During all of this I've hurt you unintentionally and I regret it. I don't know how much you will hate me now, but I know one thing for sure, that this beast won't let his beauty go because this beast has crazily started to fall for his beauty."

I smirk as I look down on Ajax. His cold glare doesn’t even look nearly as scary as when I am standing on the same ground as him. ‘That’s cheating, Belle! You are using your lycan form!’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous. This is just me using my gifts.’ I give him a toothy grin. I feel like my smile is scarier as a lycan than it is when I am a werewolf. ‘Get down from there.’

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.

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

He wants to actually go out and destroy all the humans before they can give even more annoying sacrifices. He did not dislike the sacrifices though. At least he could have his way with different kinds of women. The beast women and the night creatures do not really have obvious individual distinguishing features. Those who belong to the same race almost look exactly like each other. The only difference is their behavior and the strength of their libido. Humans are different. The mystery in them comes with the fact that not only are they varied physically, they also have profound personalities.Although they all end up degenerating, they all come here as different people and the Lord finds it a

As my head of guard, she shouldn’t worry herself about any needs other than my need to kill that behemoth. Harriet walked forward when I didn’t respond and ran her fingers down my arm, “Please, sire. Allow me to help you.” She grasped my hand and led me slowly toward the bed, looking back at me with lust in her pale brown eyes. The beast inside of me was on edge still, he needed to let his anger out, and although I refused to release my frustrations on any members of my pack, today he dismissed my usual excuses. The haze of my beast took over and I followed his wishes willingly. I pushed Harriet down on the bed and crawled over her, holding my body just above hers. She writhed underneath me

She shudder to think what would have happen if she touched it by mistake. Suddenly, Rose wished that she didn't request them to show their Beasts. Because she is now getting afraid of their beasts. She feel herself trembling by just looking at them. "Mate" Both the Beasts whispered at the same time. Rose was shocked to hear them. Their voice was heavy, inhuman. The one that sends chills down your spine. The Beasts looked at their mate. She looked even more beautiful than they imagined. They stepped closer to her but Rose flinched and moved back. Great mistake.

She ended up perched on the very edge of the chair, her tail draped over the side like a silver waterfall. "So," she said, trying to sound like a dignified leader of a supernatural nation. "About the village visit. How do we make it look... convincing?" Fenris leaned back, a dark, playful glint in his eyes. "We need to lean into the 'Beast and the Beauty' trope. The humans expect us to be monsters. If we show up looking like a happy family on a picnic, Sarah wins. She’ll claim she 'tamed' the situation."