Every Beast Needs A Beauty Novels & Stories

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

I continued my conversation with the wolf. “If you're so important, then you should help me with the competition. Your human side should reveal itself to me. I want to know you, and I promise I won't judge.” The wolf had fallen asleep. I watched it for a moment, then quietly stood up and snuck back into the mansion, leaving the wolf sleeping peacefully under the stairway. _______ After breakfast, we were told to get ready for a waxing session. “As beauty queens, your body must be spotless and hairless. No blemishes and flaws are allowed. You must never be caught with a bush between your legs. That is your responsibility and it's imperative,” Miss Rose, the beauty expert explained.

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

I am overwhelmed by my experience of the day it was truly amazing and I fully agree that they have earned their reputation many times over. “Wow. You guys are amazing I cannot thank you all enough for this. You are miracle workers.” “No ma’am we only tidied up a little, the truth is you are naturally beautiful we just made sure that now everyone can see it.” My hormones choose that moment to pull on my emotions and I find myself fighting back tears. “Don’t cry! You will ruin your makeup!” Anya exclaims in a panic and rushes over. “I’m sorry, I’m just so grateful and I couldn’t control myself.”

Lucas Isobelle walked out onto the front porch, looking flustered to hell. My God, she looked good when she’d just been roughly kissed. Her lips were still swollen, her blue eyes searched for me as her golden hair danced around her shoulders in the summer breeze. I took my time to admire how beautiful she was, standing there shielding her eyes from the harsh glare of the sun. I wanted to remember the imagery, cataloging every detail so I could drag out my sketchbook and let my pencil work its magic. She was my muse, a vision of perfection, and I needed to immortalize her onto a canvas, turning her into one of those sempiternal paintings that never alters, never fades.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

There was a melancholy in its eyes that Cathedra couldn't quite understand. "Growing homesick, Beauty begged to be allowed to go home, even for a short time. The Beast agreed under the condition that Beauty should be back within a week. It gave Beauty a magic mirror which allowed her to see what was going on inside the castle, and a ring that can transport her back to the castle if she turns it over her hand three times."

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.