Novel Fantastic Beast Novels & Stories

Helena reassures her daughter, her voice shaking as she tries to convince her own terrified wolf. Bianca holds zero fear toward the Afolayan Dominion, but her inner beast completely dreads Cedric Whitmore's cold fury. Her system feels completely suffocated under the patriarch’s absolute dictatorial control. The exact second her armored transport tears into the villa driveway, Bianca scrambles inside the front doors, her boots flying across the marble as Cedric's heavy footsteps echo right behind her frame. Spotting his younger son entering the hidden estate, Cedric approaches the heavy iron entrance doors with a barrage of lethal curses.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

“I mean… not like this. Not the kind that feels like you’re actually enjoying the company and not just trying to survive the hour.” “Well,” he said, “you made me talk about my embarrassing hoodie collection and admit I was a fanboy. That’s a big deal.” “I’m honored.” “You should be,” he teased. We passed a tiny bookstore that was closed for the night. The window display was filled with fairy lights and romance novels with outrageously dramatic covers. I stopped for a second, looking through the glass. “You read romance?” he asked, tilting his head. “Guilty,” I said. “Sometimes I just like to pretend things work out for people.”

Macsen burst out laughing. "Baby ... why a yacht? Don't you want ... a doll house?" Elton asked hoarsely. "I got Ninong's doll house and my bestfriend has a yacht so I wanted one, too!" Zadie replied cheerfully. Elton's face wrinkled as if he was about to cry. Sorry not sorry idiots. "And for your Ninong Dale?" Zella who still looks happy with what's happening. Zadie put her hand on her chin as if she was thinking.

And now I felt nauseous. Dad gazed into her eyes, both trapped in the fond nostalgic memories they shared. “The only time I’ve ever let anyone off with owt,” Dad added, his eyes sparkling with adoration. My eyes flicked between Alex, Grayson, Lucas, and Mason, and a whimsical smile stretched my lips. Our story wasn’t like anything written in a romantic novel. Nothing quite as epic. More like a graphic porno that could be found in the fetish section of Lynn’s sex shop, titled ‘Ravished by the Beasts’ or something along those lines.

“Damien…” Before she could say more, the bedroom door swung open, and Damien walked in, holding a small velvet box. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sofia’s heart pounded as he flipped the box open, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a tiny wolf-shaped pendant. She stared at it, speechless. Damien smirked. “Say something.” Sofia swallowed. “It’s… beautiful.” He reached forward, brushing his fingers along her jaw. “It’s more than that. It’s a protection charm, enchanted to keep you safe no matter where you are.”

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

I wasn't interested in anything related to dating, or any other relationships besides the ones I already had. I had begun catching up on my Christmas shopping, buying gifts for my parents, Timmy, and Haylie. I had bought Timmy the typical things any ten year old boy would want in 2017; a Hot Wheels car set and a remote control car. But I also got him one of the only things he'd been begging me and my parents to buy for him: a Harry Potter Hogwarts Lego set. Timmy had been obsessing over anything Harry Potter ever since he got the book series for Christmas last year. He came running into the living room after he had taken the Sorting test online, screaming "I'M A GRYFFINDOR, I'M A GRYFFINDOR!

I'd gone to bed exhausted, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned about Kael's past and the people who'd died, but sleep brought no peace. Instead, I was thrust into memories that weren't my own—fragments of that terrible night bleeding through our bond. *Silver eyes blazing with uncontrolled rage. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams echoing off stone walls. The metallic taste of blood in the air. Children running, crying, falling...* *No, not children. Please, not the children.* *But the beast couldn't hear the reason. Could only kill, destroy, eliminate every threat it perceived and everything was a threat now. Everything had to die.*

I corrected him, and he laughed. "From today until my last breath for me, you are my Queen," he said, looking at me and promising me with his eyes. "But you will always be my Beast," I promised.