Love Of The Beast Novels & Stories

"My cousin Mira wrote to me about... about him." The way she says 'him' makes my skin prickle. "Alpha Stone?" She nods. "She says... Alora, are you sure you want to hear this?" "I need to know what I'm walking into." My voice comes out stronger than I feel. "Please." Sarah perches on the edge of my stripped bed. "They call him the Beast for a reason. Not just because of his size or strength, but..." She swallows hard. "He can scent emotions. Fear, desire, lies – especially lies. They say he punishes deception more harshly than any other offense."

Except I bet the scene that followed was going to be too hot to resist, so sign me up right alongside her because I was the one who flipped the page on my e-reader, eager to see what happened next. Celeste stretched out a trembling hand and called his name, imploring, “I know you’re in there, my love. Stop this madness and come back to me.” The fur-covered beast arched his neck—long snout gaping, sharp fangs flashing in the moonlight—and spread his arms wide at his sides before roaring his frustration into the night. His need to kill warred with the devotion for her blooming from his human side. “I love you,” Celeste said simply, her damp, translucent gown fluttering against her heaving brea

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.

"You think because you're a beast now I'm afraid of you. Darling, you are still that narrow-minded girl that was easy to kidnap because no one would miss your existence. You are nothing compared to what I am." She spoke about beasts and monsters yet she couldn't see it. That your appearance didn't make you monstrous it was actions and to me, she was the biggest monster I knew. "Well I was wondering who the bitch was we caught last night," Dominque smiled as she walked up to the cell. I could smell wolfsbane coming off her strongly. "Can I be the one to kill her?" "No one is killing her," Liam said and Dominque folded her arms as she waited for him to provide a reason as to why.

In stark contrast to the bustling excitement outside, inside the Beast Prison Cave, Iris watched as the guarding beastman finally came to release her. Her expression, long numb and indifferent, finally showed a flicker of emotion. But deep within her eyes—there was only hatred, suppressed to its very limit. After stepping out, she thoroughly cleaned herself. Then she went to find Bao Fu—the leopard beastman who had always been pursuing her. With her perfectly refined “white lotus” acting skills, she effortlessly lured him in.

“Okay then, do you have a favourite animal?” “Hmm are we talking pet or wild animal?” “Let’s say one of each.” “Okay, well as far as pets go, I have always wanted to have a dog, something large and fluffy that I can snuggle with.” I can see why she would want that, considering how she is relaxing into her chair the longer we are talking. I think she would like Lobo, my cross breed, he is half husky and half wolf. The breeder wanted to drown the whole litter, but I convinced them that they should train the dogs instead as they could prove more useful working animals with their wolf strength.

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.

Selene asks, trying to be direct. "To weaken the beast, when the people of this town united their hearts for a common purpose, they emanated a powerful aura of love that repelled the beast and weakened it. So, when the beast realized it couldn't stay near the town because that's where the aura resided, it went as far away as possible to regain its strength," the girl explained seriously, appearing to believe the story. "What nonsense, it left because of the power of love?" Blake says, arms crossed. "Not exactly, as the people of the town don't enjoy being in that situation, they find it bothersome even. But the beast thrives on fear, resentment, and misery, feeding on it through their blood.

They sent her to study the monster. She never expected to fall in love with his prison. Dr. Elara Vance doesn't believe in curses. She believes in data, evidence, and cold hard facts. When she's dispatched to a remote mountain to investigate strange geological anomalies, she expects rocks and fossils—not a beast of bone and earth who speaks in the language of ancient glaciers. Kael has been trapped for a thousand years. Cursed, forgotten, and ravenous for any connection beyond the terror his very presence inspires. He expects Elara to scream. To run. To beg. She brings him a barometer and asks about his weather patterns. What begins as a battle of wills becomes something neither

THE BEASTS "When Eledumare created him, he had a wife and her wife gave him a son called Iran, Iran was loved by all gods, and had been showing him the love, but when he got married and his wife gave birth to a child, the whole story began to change, the child was different and none of all creations had any resemblance, the child was the first beast in heaven, it was dark and viciously looking, no gods or codes loved him, they hated him for he was ugly, even i also did not love my grand child, his mother wanted him dead and had tried all she knew to kill her own child but all failed, time after time, the beast kept growing even though he was never fed, he had no friend, no one to play with h