La Belle Et La Bête Novels & Stories

My breath came out in visible puffs. Through the bond, I felt Caspian's fear. Not for himself. For me. "Run," he said. "Rielle, run. Now." "I'm not leaving you." "You're the queen. You need to survive this." "We both do." The symbols flared one final time. Then something crawled out of them. Not walked. Crawled. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall. Too thin. Limbs bent at angles that shouldn't be possible. Its skin was gray and cracked like dried earth. And its eyes, god, its eyes were empty voids that seemed to swallow light.

She swiped at the closest wolf, slicing his under belly and then turned towards the final rogue. He started to bow to her, backing up and pleading for his life. Belle continued to walk towards him, and before I could say wait, she leapt on the back of the rogue and snapped his neck. Belle was panting, but she had singlehandedly managed to kill six larger sized rogues on her own.

"Hey, Mila, can I ask you something about Beauty and the Beast?" Her eyes, still shiny with unshed tears, lit up a little. "Yes," she replied, her voice small. "If Belle were a flower herself, which one do you think she would be?" Mila seemed to consider this, her small brow furrowing in concentration. After a few silent moments, she finally announced, "I think Belle would be a rose!" "A rose?" I asked, intrigued by her choice. "Why a rose?" "Because roses are pretty and brave! They have thorns to protect themselves, just like Belle is pretty and brave, and she protects the Beast!"

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

I ran towards him, my heart beating fast, as I held him in my hands, calling out his name, begging him to stay with me. Alex and Nora walked towards me, trying to pull me away from him, but I refused to step back. Soon, the beast started moving, his eyes opening slowly. I smiled and called his name. "Beast, beast, please stay with me," I cried, tears streaming down my face. I could feel the texture of his fur, soft and warm, under my fingers. As I held onto him, I could feel his weak breaths against my face. "I love you," I heard him say, and before I knew what was happening, his eyes closed.

I heard the sound of hooves retreating as Kalden forced the maiden into the carriage, disregarding what she was saying about being able to fight and how she was tired of being treated like a damn glass pony princess. We were almost under the burnt overhang of tree canopies when I watched through my yellowed wolf eyes as one of the pale multi-limbed creatures leaped down and scurried toward us at breakneck speed before the hag hit it with a cacophony spell and the Hybrid seemed to crumple in on itself, standing so it was almost my height on it's huge, werewolf ish hind legs and letting out a guttural groan as more of the beings leaped down.

It looks more like a wolf. What the hell is happening?

Scott and Emilia's happy expression made Arnold more delighted, and he had a feeling of completeness within him. Belle couldn't believe her ears, but she knew this was real, and it gave her butterflies feeling. She felt like kissing Arnold till she run out of breath. Though, Belle didn't feel the mate attraction from Arnold, but she was crushing on him, and since he actually said she was his mate, then she will have to go with the flow.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.