Bride Of The Rose Beast Novels & Stories

She had flopped down on the bed, and Beast was lying on his back next to her, belly up for rubs. "Who's the cute baby of this house?" Alexia cooed, speaking to him like a naughty toddler. "So you're Beast, huh? You're adorable, sweetheart! Come here, let me give you some love!" "It's official. You've lost Beast," Daniel whispered behind him as they watched the mastiff wag his tiny tail with glee. Scott couldn't believe it. Alexia had stolen his dog and was playing with him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

In all my blue glory, I fly to claim my bride. *** Roxanne I sharpen my two-foot steel blade before holding it up against the morning sun. The light shines off the blade, which fractures it into multiple beams of brilliance. Soon it will bathe in blood-the magical blood of a dragon. I will clean off the gore using my white bride's dress and dance in the red puddles after I kill him. No sister of mine will become a dragon's bride today. My death for this deed will be satisfying-the ultimate sacrifice.

After sometime with a sighed expression his lips uttered the words "I Do" "you may now kiss the bride" the priest announced. Alexander put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him with rough jerk and placed his lips on her soft petals suddenly a wave of electric current passed through their bodies hating the effect she has on him Alex vented all his anger and frustration into the kiss by being rough as much as possible. It was nothing like a kiss all she felt was unbearable pain pooling her eyes with tears definitely this is not the way how she imagined her first kiss with him sensing the loud claps and cheers she somehow controlled herself without letting the tears to cascade f

" You may kiss the bride " Rosalie heard the Priest say it from somewhere above , the hands that were holding her's let go of them , only to grip the veil covering her face . Her hands started sweating and finally the reality of her situation came rushing at full speed hitting her in face . She was married , married to a cold , bloodthirsty man , who killed of his own mate . Rosalie felt the veil leaving her face and she slowly looked up only to meet one of the most darkest ruby red eyes she had ever laid eyes upon . Aiden's black hair was swept black and his entire look might have suited him well if not the hollowness in his eyes .

"Thank you for reminding me and I hope that your grandparents won't freak out if they want to see me. I will make sure that you know your way from here to the bedchamber that I am using and lets hope that Ayers as well as your parents get lost so they won't find you and me." Belle Rose nodded her head and the Beast left the bedchamber with the head of the household. The Beast showed the head of the household where the marks are and the head of the household made sure that he will remember where the marks are. Belle Rose stood up and she walked over to the desk. She slowly ease herself into the chair and Belle Rose slowly picked a pen up. But Belle Rose felt something and she glanced down. Sh

Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything. Gideon is already waiting next to my father who is standing as our officiant. As soon as Gideon spies he shakes his head. “It took you two long enough,” he grumbles, although his laughing eyes reveal that he is more amused than upset. “Who ever heard of the groom taking longer than the bride?” “You can’t rush perfection,” I laugh, twirling my mood lighter than it has ever been. Gideon rolls his eyes while Evander snorts at my shoulder.

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***

I stepped closer, looming over him in my full Lycan form, making sure he felt it. “In case you’ve forgotten the rules,” I said, voice low and rough, “all captured females go through registry.” Rhydan pulled a parchment from his coat, holding it between us. “This,” he said, “is proof she belongs to us.” Gadreel didn’t take it, but his eyes scanned the document, stamped by the Crown himself. His jaw clenched, realizing he’d been outmaneuvered. Sparks of magic danced across his skin like lightning. The manticores behind him raised their scorpion tails, poised to strike.

In her hands, she holds a magnificent bouquet of my favorite lilies, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. The audience watches in collective anticipation, the hushed whispers adding a layer of mystique to the unfolding moment. My heart pounds in my chest as Gabby gracefully descends to one knee before me, her smile radiant and maybe a bit nervous. The world around us blurs, leaving only her in sharp focus. The lilies she presents, a symbol of our shared history, carry a profound weight. I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest.

She left me there, alone with the storm and the silent portraits and the single star that had dared to appear once the eclipse passed. It hung above the manor like a cold white eye, watching. I stared back with my strange, mismatched gaze and made no sound. But something inside me (something small and feral and already wounded) opened its eyes too. And it remembered everything. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Years later, when the bards sang of the night the Black Serpent’s Bride was born, they would speak of omens: ravens falling dead from the sky, rivers running backward, a wolf seen walking the battlements on two legs.