Of Beasts And Beauty Novels & Stories

Ajay implores. "Come on, Don! Look at her. Her beauty is outshining the lights of this hall, but that won't last for long if this is how you are going to behave with her. A beauty so rare, needs special care." The last bit is a whisper that makes even the monster tremble. My!

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."

Black smoke slithered between tents like a sentient being watching and searching. On the far left side of the camp, she could see a large group of beasts gathering. Embertaurs with their shadowy bodies and yellow eyes made up about a third of the group, but the other were unlike any creature she’d seen before. Biped beasts with dark feathered wings and scaled heads with four eyes clicked their strange beaks. Creatures that had bodies similar to those of alligators but with long necks flicked forked tongues and swung their clubbed tails. Another with the head of a bull and body of a lion standing on two legs sprouted armored plates down its back. Wings, beaks, scales, horns, and fur flashed o

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

He is still as good-looking and emits the mysterious persona when staring blankly at him. He cocked his head on the side. “Has it ever come to your mind that you’re handsome?” “Hmn.” He was only asking blankly while appreciating Boone’s good look and didn't have much expectation that he would respond. Boone agreed on the thought already enough to send shivers down his spine. He never heard Boone complimenting his looks that whenever he received any praise from anyone he would just smile slightly and divert the topic. “And here I am thinking that he finds himself ugly,” Finn whispered. He straightened himself, taking much of the space between them. “How about me? Am I handsome?” He beamed a s

She told me about that place when she started to consider me as her best-friend. “Some say it was a rumor but I believe it’s true.” She said. And she insisted that it was the paradise where democracy and human rights still existed. “That’s possible, Val. The wolves are in full control now and they stopped killing humans who vowed to serve them at commands. The rich survived by giving over their fortune and teaching wolves how to run business. It’s possible to retrieve the old days.” I would believe her if I hadn’t witnessed the demoralization of humanities.

“Elira!” Zara’s voice rang sharp as steel through the chaos. She stood behind me, her hands weaving threads of star-magic into Maxim’s form. He was already half-gone, the Beast unfurling from his flesh—horns curling like molten stone, claws carving trenches into the earth, wings beating shadows into storm. His eyes burned, not gold, not human, but something between fire and void. He was beautiful, and he was terrifying.

Amaya walked slowly and quietly behind the mean looking lady. She didn't have a single smile on her somehow wrinkled face,and she walked with the gait of an angry man. They kept walking and taking bends,until they arrived at another different building in the villa. This one was quite smaller compared to the mansion, but was far more luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and power. The guards at the gate stood professionally and at alert, with their guns at the ready. "Where was this mean looking woman taking her to?" Amaya wondered,but kept following like a lamb being led to be slaughtered.

I also added some new additions to the collection, such as Van Gogh’s Starry Night, Monet’s Water Lilies, and Picasso’s Blue Period, to name a few. The host’s enthusiastic introduction filled me with pride as they spoke about the creative process and the meticulous attention to detail that went into each product. “And for the brilliant mind behind the new line, let’s welcome the CEO of Erbeauty, Mrs. Althea Cox!” When it was finally my turn to speak, I stepped onto the stage with a confident smile, masking the whirlwind of emotions inside. Attention and spotlight wasn’t really my thing. Every step I took felt like another weight gain. But then, I remembered something. One message from Matthi

Amelia's gaze involuntarily shifted to the walls on either side, which were densely covered with carvings of rare and exotic beasts she had never seen before. Some of the beasts resembled deer but had four horns entwined with vine-like patterns, their eyes wide open as if staring at those ascending the stairs. Others had the wings of an eagle and the body of a tiger, with claws as sharp as knives, wings spread as if ready to swoop down at any moment. There were also beasts entirely covered in scales, but with human-like heads, solemn faces, holding unknown objects in their hands, surrounded by cloud-like patterns that exuded both sanctity and strangeness. The craftsmanship of these carvings