Beauty And The Beast Man Novels & Stories

She moves like someone who’s forgotten how. But she’s here. Still alive. Still breathing. Behind her, a man lingers in the doorway. He does not give a damn. There’s a smirk stretched across his face, like he’s watching a dark comedy and I’m the punchline. “I’m the best man,” he announces, like this is all some kind of twisted celebration. His grin grows wider, almost boyish. Then the door clicks shut again. Mrs. Mancini doesn’t acknowledge him. Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched.

"You…" Felix hesitated, his handsome face tinged with sympathy. Among the beastmen, he was unusual—one of the rare few who preferred human ways of living, and thus he knew a little about our kind. Yet even so, he had never imagined that human society, so advanced and prosperous, could still leave someone to live as miserably as I had. He couldn't understand my parents. Even in the great beastman clans, where offspring were numerous and favoritism existed, they followed the law of the wild—survival of the fittest. Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of.

-ARABELLA- My eyes fluttered open and were immediately drawn to a tall, gangly man, his hair as red as a raging inferno. “Who are you?”, I managed to ask, my voice sounding hoarse and dry. His ocean blue eyes fell on me and a small smile pulled at the side of his lips, “It’s good to see you awake, Miss. The healer was unsure if his remedy would bring you out of your slumber.”

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

The beast continues to growl and even takes a step back from me, but that doesn't stop me from moving closer to it. At the same moment the beast is ready to strike, my hand manages to touch it, causing a shock to run through my mind. An image of a man appears in my mind. He looks to be a little older than a teenager, with blue eyes, brown hair, and a semi-scrawny build of someone who has yet to build any muscle. The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow.

The firing was unable to cause any harm to the beast, on the contrary, it managed to enrage him as it let out that horrible scream which had heard previously and ran towards Alex and Matt, both continuing to fire at him. He caught hold of their rifles and smacked them hard with those. They both went flying away onto the ground, their faces bleeding heavily. The beast then shifted its attention back towards me. Its nails were longer and more pointed than a lion’s, it was about to pounce on me when a figure appeared out of nowhere, a handsome man wearing royal robes having a gash on his milky white face, his body seemed to be emitting an extraordinary glow which was brighter than a lamp’s ligh

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.

He is here! Just as I suspected, my beast growled low and then with a snarl, lunged forward and surprised everyone when it successfully burst through the doors. The doors splintered and shattered under the force of my beast's powerful lunge, revealing the scene inside. There's a chorus of gasp around. "What the hell is that?" " What is this beast?" " It's not human but not werewolf either!" A man stood in the middle of space, his back turned but I knew who it was right away and I knew my beast knew it was Sirus.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.