Beauty Within The Beast Novels & Stories

“Ji, don't do this to me. Please don't. I want this baby. I love him, please don't snatch him from me. Furthermore, I'll do whatever you want, or I'll accept anyone whom you desire, I'll never say anything about it. Please ji, please. He is our son. He is a part of us, a symbol of our love. Please. You wanted a baby from me. I'm giving you so why ji why you're doing this?” Beauty screamed at the beast. However, The beast was staring at her. Her breathing was labored as she glared at him. “I don't want anything from you, not even a baby". Beast was deeply looking at her. Beauty sobbed loudly at his words. “This is yours. This is your baby”, Beauty broke down in front of him. “I know that and

Her eyes radiated wisdom and tenderness in a unique blend of colors, one greenish and the other deep blue, and her golden hair flowed like a waterfall of ebony. The transformation was complete, and what had once been a beast was now a stunning human being, exuding an aura of serenity and beauty that appeared to be a gift from the moon itself. It was a sight that lifted the hearts of all who witnessed it and served as a reminder that even in the darkest of creatures, there could be surprising and redeeming beauty.

' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from. "Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude." I squinted my eyes, feeling the headache getting to me. Maybe it was not a good idea to read books now. I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor. Kane came forward, but the priestess raised her hand to stop him. The ritual wasn't complete yet. She closed her eyes and continued with her chants, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the wolf turned away from Zane's unconscious body, and it bounded off at top speed. The priestess finally let her hands down, and the fire died slowly too. She opened her eyes, now blank and without the colored part. Kane watched, his eyes thin. The priestess closed her eyes again, and took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to normal.

It appears that he was the only one who is genuinely happy about the news. This is it. My life is finally going to change. Everyone has seen that I am strong and that the alpha has recognized my strength. No longer will they laugh behind my back for being small and different. No longer will they think of me as the weak link for being an abnormal wolf - an abnormal beauty, as they used to call me. I am strong and I am cruel, like a true lycan. My name is Belle, and starting today, I am the Lycan’s new beta.

He turned me around and started to kiss my jaw and neck. He put my forehead against his. "I can't believe that I have a family. Thank you so much for giving this beast a family." he whispered. "You may be a beast, but you are my beast." I said as I hugged him The beast found his love. The end.

Diana was entranced. This woman, this statuesque creature was frighteningly beautiful. And deathly still, with her eyes closed. She looked like she came out of a fairytale. A literal deity. She had dark green hair that framed her face in large, unruly waves. A headdress decorated with sharp silvery spikes and fluorescent moonstones, porcelain skin, and a heart-shaped face. There were weird symbols drawn on her forehead, her chin, and her small, pouty lips, all painted with the same color. Black. And she shone under the moonlight, like a precious gem. Her headdress, her luscious hair. Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble.

In return, she will be my queen - pretend to be the white wolf so that the elders will stop pressuring me to find a mate, and I can focus on finding the true white wolf of prophecy. Yet as I run, I cannot help but look down at her face. Her features are delicate, almost fragile. Even with the sunken eyes and tired features, there is something striking about her that I cannot place exactly. I shake these thoughts away. I cannot start to have useless crush on her “She smells so nice,” my beast comments all of a sudden This takes me by surprise. My beast rarely speaks about anyone, let alone compliments them. In fact, in all my years of living, my beast has not complemented any female. The only