Beauty And The Beast Wolves Novels & Stories

He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her skin like hell. Dolores screamed and cried, her body burned, the pain was excruciating, the man whipped her without mercy until her whole body was covered with welts and burns. "You fucking bitch, I will not let you get away with this. I will show you how the Beast handles fucking bitches like you. I will kill you, you filthy cunt," he shouted, his hands reaching out, grabbing her throat, squeezing her throat, choking her, making her gasp for air.

A deafening growl echoed through the air, followed by the thunderous sound of paws pounding the earth. I whipped around just in time to see a group of massive, corrupted wolves— dark, mad looking creatures like I’d never seen before that night, their bodies contorted by dark magic. Their fur was matted and torn, eyes glowing with malevolent red light, and their teeth were jagged like shards of glass. “They found us! Get back!” Hector shouted, shoving Ingrid and the younger girls behind him as the wolves lunged forward, claws scraping against the stone beneath us.

“First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?” “Not her, foolish human.” The god shook his head, messing up that perfect ebony hair of his. “I’m talking about him.” Even I had the sense to scoot back as a massive wolf sauntered in through the open doorway. Its fur was the color of fresh snow, made brighter by his eyes which were of the deepest, darkest blue. Its tongue flicked out to lick its muzzle. All the while it stalked Duncan with murderous intent. I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick.

I suppose being a wolf their sense of smell must be enhanced, like with elves and our sense of hearing. And speaking of smells, Alpha Jake’s one lingers around, dancing around me, invitingly. He was very handsome. Sporting a five o’clock shadow, dusty blonde hair and warm dark brown eyes. He was putting to shame a lot of the most good looking elves I knew. I noticed some scars on his arms and drawings on his skin. He was muscular and well defined. I really have to stop looking at him. When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he never heard of my species either, and I must look very strange to him.

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

my voice rasped as Praline pushed out a guttural growl I'd never made before," and you do Princess? How's your mate going to handle this?" Anais hissed loudly, her red eyes glowing brightly. Her fingers shook as if ready to rip my face off any second. 'Praline stop it!,' I screamed in my head. Praline growled back at me,' I'm stalling! ' Before I could ask what she was stalling for a loud howl filled the air. The vampire holding my hair tightened his grip and yanked me to the side roughly. Camille looked up in enough time to be pummeled by a large brown wolf. Anais darted off to the side, her leg getting trapped in the foaming mouth of a grey wolf. She let out a guttural scream and all hell

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

Isabelle transformed fully into a werewolf and then, leaped to pounce on the second wolf, going for his jugular, she tore out his throat, picked him up, and threw him against the other three still advancing on her. Beowulf used the moment lapse to stab Cole in one thigh with his sharp claws. Cole let out a pain-filled groan, making Isabelle pause to snap her face in his direction. Her eyes grew frightening black and she snarled. When she made the move to go after Beowulf, the other wolves lunged at her, and she tore at them in a merciless rampage, not holding back now, not caring if she killed them all. The thought that two wolves were loose in the compound and unguarded plagued Isabelle. Sh

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”