Beauty Within The Beast Novels & Stories

I hadn't expected that, but nonetheless, I refuse to look away, matching the intensity of his gaze. "I was out in the forest one night with my daughter, when the Beast came and took her from me. When I tried to fight it off, it took my hand and left me near-dead on the ground," he mutters, before resting his arm on his lap, allowing me to keep seeing as he explains his story. The Beast has never hurt a single soul. It is a magical creature which remains unseen, granting magic in return for our devoted faith. My mothers chants ring through my mind.

Dylan looked at him and Pearl could see the wheels turning. "Beauty and the Beast" Dylan said. Rhys smiled. "Pearl is the Beauty type character. One is you is the beast. The rest are hunters, like one, a Van Helsing character and others, we can figure that out. And she has not until a last rose petal falls, to kiss him, but a tree, shedding its last leaf." Rhys said. It was brilliant. They all loved it. Rhys looked at Ian on the screen. "You. You would be the beast." Ian laughed. "Of course I'm the beast!"

Soon, she couldn't even taste the saltiness of her own tears. Her words became slurred, but she managed to force out one final question. “Why? Why are you doing this t—” She couldn't speak anymore. But she could still hear. “This will help you. I am helping you.” A small sigh escaped Vita's lips, barely audible over the loud cracks of breaking bones. “You will become the thing the monsters that hunt you at night fear. You will become the Beast that hunts with every sense, my sweet Selene.” The cracks became more rapid.

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

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

I wasn't in total shock hearing his confession, but his next words shocked me even more. "But I never knew that this beast would find his beauty." My breathing got caught up in my throat. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time. He smiled, and it wasn't a fake one. He stared at me with pure adoration and affection. "During all of this I've hurt you unintentionally and I regret it. I don't know how much you will hate me now, but I know one thing for sure, that this beast won't let his beauty go because this beast has crazily started to fall for his beauty."

Beau Fur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than we had ever expected. She was fire and brimstone along with pure light and love. She belonged to us and us to her. Her beastly body was a combination of femininity and strength, of monstrous force and grace. She walked beside him, smaller but with so much fluidity, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back.

Beau, my second in command, pulled his human side forward and I did the same. It was a girl, barely a woman, her face ashen blue, near death, and the light was fading. I began pumping her sternum, willing frantically that the water would come up to keep the light alive, give it breath to rekindle the dying spark. All three young ones whined and pawed at the earth. I wondered if they could feel the goodness, the purity The Beast’s gift conveyed clearly to me. The loss of this beam of hope? Would surely tear him apart. Beau tilted her head back as I paused and he blew a breath of air into her water-logged lungs. I felt a power rise out of her, the silhouette of her soul rising from her body,