Beauty And The Beast Man Novels & Stories

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

"Our kind is brought back many years when the first beast, our ancestor, wished he could be human. The Moon Goddess heard his prayer and created a pond in the middle of the forest for him to drink. Once our ancestor drank the magical water, his body transformed into a human but didn't entirely make him human. He still has some of his beast appearance and instincts. He had other beasts drink the water and turn themselves into humans. They adapted quickly, learning the human ways, but they were still considered dangerous to humans because of their existence. Unlike humans, we age slower. When a beastman child turns ten, they are already considered adults." "Wait, once a beastman child turns te

He nipped my earlobe, and I gasped, "Lucas!" "You're mine now and forever . . . say it," he spoke in a rough raspy voice, and it was at that moment, I realized he had partially shifted into something that could only be described as beast man. His body was covered with fur and his face had morphed into that of a wolfman. "Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck. Yes! God! All yours! Do it!" "Come for me, Isobelle, come with me," he commanded. Lucas jerked his hips, and from my peripheral vision, I saw him rear his head back. He let out a loud howl that was part-human, part-wolf, and raw sex.

And for some reason, instead of just keeping it to myself, I voice it. “This reminds me of that scene in Beauty and the Beast. Where they dance, you know?” I feel stupid as soon as I’ve said it of course, but Blake actually looks at me and chuckles. “You know, that’s actually not too far off. You are a beauty, Anna. And many would describe me as a beast. Or maybe a monster.” Well, that’s for sure. And I should be afraid of this man, but he’s got me seeing only the good sides of him—the sides of him I guarantee the rest of the world doesn’t even know exist.

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

Just remembering how it felt to be held and treated by it made me break down in tears again. It acted like a human and even had a name. "Hunter". Now it was Zver and there was this threatening aura around the beast man and his hateful words of killing me stung my heart so bad. "Why Hunter?" I sobbed sadly. When the door opened I quickly moved hitting the cold wall again. Zver walked in and glanced at me for a second before going around the bed and sitting down. "Will you continue to act foolish?" He asked as he pulled off his cloak.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.

A dragon’s roar pierces the silence in the room, and my body jolts, rebelling against the sharp, echoing sound. The man lifts his head, looking down at me. His eyes are dark–nearly black–but flaked with blues and golden, like stars. He’s devastatingly handsome, his features sharp and regal. He’s… beautiful, like he was carved by an old god. Moonlight drifts across his cheekbones, illuminating the powerful, glimmery scales barely visible beneath his skin. I weakly grip his arm, dragging in a ragged breath, filling my lungs with air–real air.

The hard lines of his face softened in sleep, making him look almost… human. Aiden studied him quietly, unable to look away. *How can someone so dangerous look so calm?* The thought lingered as he took in the sharp jawline, the faint scar near his temple, the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. This was the man the city whispered about in fear. The Ice King. Yet here, in the quiet morning light, he looked like someone who could be gentle. Someone who might actually care. Just as Aiden was about to look away, Alexander suddenly spoke, voice low and teasing, still laced with sleep.