Beauty And The Beasts Manga Novels & Stories

Beautiful things don’t end. They level up. **To be continued…** (The epic begins.)

Other than Arne, even those who did not want to admit that fact had been forced to. Even the disciples of the Deer Pavilion behind Arne had slowly accepted the truth. Time flashed by, and the stage was quickly cleaned up. Fane steadily walked up the stage again. This time, the crowd was exceptionally quiet. Everyone was already looking at Fane with a different expression. The caretaker took out another black scroll. After opening the scroll, five new beast images were shot into the air. Fane looked up at those beasts in detail. Fane was thankful that he recognized two out of the five beasts this time. The first was a coral drake that was on the rightmost end, while the nine-tailed scarlet fo

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

This time it felt so different, I could feel myself in total control, the Negalia symbol didn't gain control over me, I was in total control, I felt powerful, I felt strange as my body radiated an unearthly aura, the aura caused tumor in the sky as the mountain rumbled, my eyes took a deep shade of White as my hair's turned white, my muscles ripped and expanded, spreading through my entire body, my clothes tore apart as they couldn't contain my size, the ground reverberated and splitted as an axe whose aura was intimidating slowly rise from the ground and landed safely on my hands, I watched Manga opened her mouth wide as she witnessed a terrifying scene "No!!!!!!" James roared "Calm down my

His voice was a command, calm yet unyielding, and the shadow wolf growled, retreating slightly ,but not defeated. Before I could process what was happening, the creature lunged again. And then ,like a bolt of pure fury ,Ares was there. He moved faster than I could follow, a shadow of his own, muscles taut, teeth bared. In a single, fluid motion, he lunged, sinking his fangs into the creature. There was a flash of red, a howl that seemed to shake the entire library, and then it was over. The wolf dissolved into a wisp of smoke, vanishing like it had never existed.

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

I tried to sound sincere but failed. She laughed. “I’ve been nice to you, Mr. Wright, since you showed that you are willing to help me. But instead you planned to deceive me.” I could already imagine her hair floating in the air as she spoke those words and slowly turned to bright yellow. She looks funny having the look of Goku when turning into saiyan. “You really dare to push me at my limit.” She added.

Bella's POV It has been 2 days since Xavier had been to his London. He will be arriving tomorrow or the day after. I cannot wait to see him again. To tell the truth, I have missed him a lot. His caring words, his smile and his incredibly beautiful eyes. I missed them all. Currently I was in mine and Xavier's room, painting with the canvas, painting and paint brush that I found in the old storage beside the garden. I was painting Xavier's midnight black wolf with a night background and a full on the top. It was so beautiful. I painted this with my imagination and it came out awesome.

As bad as he is, the devil knows exactly how to fuck. And me? I should’ve been relieved when he finally decided to stop and bring me here. But no, I made it worse. I asked him to stay. I told him we could shower together, like some kind of sexy invitation—come back, do it again. I step out of the shower, wrapping a robe around myself. My reflection in the mirror is a stranger. My neck is decorated, marked in blotches of red and purple. When I tug the robe open, my breasts carry the same map of him, dark bruises all over.