Beauty And The Beasts Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

His pace slows down drastically, and I hear movement all around us. "Human," someone asks, and the beast carrying me grunts. "You smell foul, Alpha," someone else says, and the beast holding me snarls. Fear passes over my skin for a second as I realize I puked on their leader. "Clean her. Feed her. Lock her up," he growls after a few more steps, and my swollen eyes finally open. I see his long muzzle and thick neck as I look up, but his eyes aren't visible to me from this angle.

He watched them fly away and wished he could join them. Wait for me, he tried to shout. One stopped. A girl? It glanced back at him before sprinting into the darkness. The howls of the dokkaebi echoed through the trees. The goblin convulsed—leaves crunching and dirt flying—until its body jerked in a final death throe like a fish flopping on a deck. The smoke dissipated. The girl’s tails faded. The air cleared. She sat upon the dokkaebi as calm as a child perched on her favorite reading chair. Her hand was still spread over its chest. Then the beast’s body began to crack, fissures racing along its ruddy skin.

The smell is so terrible, perhaps even more horrible than before, but I don't let it get to me as I land on my four feet. The beast screams, staggering back. To my horror, Alice is absolutely right. The beast's face is now completely open, revealing more faces inside. The skin is hanging off his head like a curtain, revealing the puffy wet faces he has for muscles. Alice described them as alive, screaming as it screamed, speaking as it spoke. I have actually waited for the beast to talk since we got thrown in here, but it hasn't said a word. And I think I know why that is the case.

"The Beauty and The Beast?" Jai lowered his head a bit for her to easily reach his hair. "Mmhm. It's a story of a human lady that fell in love with a beast." A sparkle glimmered in Ina's eyes. "Okay." Then Jai started the story. "A long time ago..."

The blood moon may have passed, but its effects would linger, a warning of the storm still to come. And this time, Damien swore, he wouldn’t just fight to protect Sofia—he’d fight to break the curse once and for all, even if it cost him everything. this chapter ended when they finally returned to the penthouse

He turned his body to face him and grinned, exposing his fangs. “Tell the wolves I’m home,” he said, “tell them to prepare because I will be coming for their heads.” -- END

"Scared?" Am I? I drag my head in a sluggish shake. "Be honest, Ella. This beast is no joke when it comes to this. And I don't want regrets. So tell me honestly. Are you ready for this?" I swallow hard, gawking at him, while he awaits for my response. It's too hot in here, suddenly. I'm burning. And I love this beast, as he calls himself. So...

The next morning, the basement was very quiet. Silas was still asleep on the giant bed. When he slept, he looked like a huge stone statue. His chest moved up and down slowly. Even in his sleep, his muscles were hard and strong. Elara moved quietly. Her body felt heavy and wide. Every time she walked, she felt a small sting between her legs. It was a reminder of the night before. It was a reminder that she now belonged to the Beast. She walked up the stone stairs. She wanted to see the rest of the castle. She walked through many dark halls. She saw old paintings and heavy curtains. Then, she found a very large door. It was made of dark wood and had gold handles. She pushed it open.

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.

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