Beauty And The Beasts Webtoon Novels & Stories

" Ana said and I really couldn't help sighing. It's funny how in life, some people get to be so lucky while others just have a truckload of bad luck. Elsie is surely living her fairy tale life with her mate. She is now Luna and she has a mate who loves her, classic Cinderella tale but here I am, trying my best to survive and running away from my own mate who turned out to be no less than a beast. From Ana's example, my story would be titled beauty and the beast but just not the happy kind. I'm talking about the one where beauty not only escapes the beast, but learns and grows to one day slay that beast.

I hope you stick around to read about them too… And I’ve began a new journey as well…completely new characters and a completely new book… ‘A BEAUTY FOR THE BEAST’ I hope you’ll give it a chance too…Once again thank you all for reading my story, it meant so much to me. [ALL THIS COULDN'T HOLD IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE SECTION...SORRY]

She was human, yet my wolf reacted to her in a way he had never reacted to anyone else. Once they brought her back to this palace, I would make certain she stayed where I could find her. I had no intention of allowing her to disappear from my sight a second time. I finally turned away and headed back toward my bedroom. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up while I waited for Charles and the others to return with her. I needed to clear my head, but my thoughts continued circling back to the same woman. My body felt stronger, the exhaustion that had plagued me for months seemed to have disappeared completely overnight. My strength felt completely replenished, and even my wolf seemed more po

After she closes the door, I quickly remove my robe, towel, and bikini then lay down as she advised me to, then I wait for her to return. “Okay Angel, I want you to relax, and we will see what we can do about removing any tension you may be carrying.” She says so I do as she says and close my eyes trying to avoid thinking about having someone touching my body. An hour later I feel like a different person. All my muscles are tingling, and I feel almost boneless. “Wow. You have magic hands thank you, Heather.” “My pleasure Miss Angel and I have to say I love your tattoo it is a beautiful piece of art.”

Standing at the edge of the water, beauty started saying some incantations and her silver eyes glowed and she used her feet to touch the water. The water started rumbling and beauty went back to stand near her father, their eyes never leaving the circle of water. Soon a head of a beast was seen coming out of the water. It has four horns and two heads. Two horns on each of the heads. He was hideous. Half of him remains in the water. "Who summoned me?" He demanded he have no eyes or nose. When he spoke his tongue came out of his mouth. "It is I, your humble servant Cretin. My father seeks for you." Beauty answered. She had sacrificed her mother to him in exchange for powers. Her father who kno

At the same time, he turned his gaze to the other eager beast groups and said, "Don't worry, everyone. You all have participated in the battle with me, so you can naturally enjoy this kind of treatment." After hearing this, the entire group of beasts boiled with excitement. Beasts were different from others. Although they were strong, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky for them to cultivate. Many beasts cultivated to a certain degree, and they could even transform into human beings to suppress the heavenly law. And their goal was to be more suitable to cultivate like humans. "Thank you for your kindness, King of Beasts. We are extremely grateful to you." Samuel smiled and let all the

She shudder to think what would have happen if she touched it by mistake. Suddenly, Rose wished that she didn't request them to show their Beasts. Because she is now getting afraid of their beasts. She feel herself trembling by just looking at them. "Mate" Both the Beasts whispered at the same time. Rose was shocked to hear them. Their voice was heavy, inhuman. The one that sends chills down your spine. The Beasts looked at their mate. She looked even more beautiful than they imagined. They stepped closer to her but Rose flinched and moved back. Great mistake.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

She stood at the center of the hunters’ encampment, surrounded by shadowy figures, her heart pounding as her transformation inched closer to completion. The hunters had prepared well for this moment. Silver chains bound her wrists, sapping her strength, while intricate runes glowed faintly around the perimeter, designed to weaken werewolves and disrupt their abilities. The red moon overhead amplified their magic, casting long shadows that seemed alive. Jake stood nearby, his hybrid form fully revealed under the moon’s light. His monstrous figure looked even more grotesque now—his wolf-like features stretched unnaturally, his claws glinting like daggers in the crimson glow.

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.