Beauty And The Beasts Manga Novels & Stories

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

This time, it was a beautiful girl wearing a white long dress who lay in an old squared rock with some unidentified manuscript. The manuscript was ancient as I could read even a single letter from it. “Emir, help me, please! Don’t let the Beast lord kill me. I need you as you needed me most.” “Come here, stretched out your hand to me!” I was about to hold her hand when the girl that I hit suddenly disappeared. “Hey, you the beast inside me, do you have any idea about the girl?” I was taking chances asking the beast inside me if he knows something.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

I supposed Xavier was just too cautious to easily believe in the prophecy, or he was too gentle to let the girl cry. But I wasn’t. I had became an adventurer and a tyrant after what happened to me. The girl widened her Bambi eyes and stammered, “I…I don’t understand...” “Are you willing to be mine, little bird?” I asked as our eyes locked together. She blinked her eyes nervously, “I’m sorry, Master. I still don’t understand what you mean. I was bought by Master Xavier and I’m afraid—” “Shhh…” I pressed a finger on her luscious lips to stop her from telling me her submissive obedience to Xavier, “Never mention another man’s name while this one was hard controlling his impulse to fuck you raw”

Rosabella gently touched everything, and she held the jewellery in her hands. Rosabella looked at the Beast, and she inquired. "Is all of this for me?" The Beast nodded his head, and he beamed with joy. "All the dresses, tiaras, shoes and jewellery are all for you because you earned it as well as deserved it more than anyone else." Rosabella places the jewellery back, and she notices two necklaces. She was about to pick them up when they heard a shout, and the Beast rushed to the main entrance. Rosabella walked out of the wardrobe and closed the door behind her. Rosabella was about to walk over to a chair when Fred ran into the room, and she looked at him as he inquired.

Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room. “W-what’s happening?” I let out asking. “Both creatures intend to handle the pain…” he choked out, sadly. “…and, toss it away.” The rest was blurry afterwards. What I did notice, was Caspian’s beast taking my wolf in animal form. Pouncing, pummelling and probing my female area. While my wolf howled, with me on a surprisingly edge. The Queen-sized bed broke, from the amount of energy, splattering into pieces.

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

"Hmm...I think yoU're JuSt scarrrEd to embRrrace what you arrrrrre...grrrr.." Claude thought the question over, wondering what he meant but was interrupted by the beast speaking again. "You are...rr..a promising individual..heheheh..maYbE. IF yOu StOp BeInG SuCH A ScArEd liTtLe..shIT, aLl In tImE. That shit Cern got a pretty strong pupil as well but I think if you use my blessings well you will become incredibly strrrrrrongg. bUt! OnLy iF you USe thEm.....ONLY!"

Hugo’s head snapped back, and before he could recover, he ran back into the mansion, whimpering. Deangelo stood there, with lava literally coming out of his nose, like a fire-breathing dragon held back by a leash, questioning how everything had gone so wrong, so fast. "Lord Deangelo..." A melodic voice called his out his name, and he turned around to see who it was. It was—it was the beauty, she was leaning against the doorway of the backdoor, looking breathtakingly sexy and gorgeous. He let out a low whistle and began sprinting toward her, like a moth drawn to a flame.