Novel & Cerita Of Beasts And Beauty

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** MONTH'S LATER *** AMBER *** "You're doing great Bella. But you lack poise and confidence. I want you to walk like a peacock with pride. flaunt that beautiful feathers for everyone to admire. when they see you, all they should think of is Grace" My catwalk instructor Ann told me. "so don't hold back on anything" she adds I slightly nod my head with a smile as I recalled events earlier before today.

The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast. "Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!" The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said. "I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo." He said shakily as he put his head up to face at least the beasts legs. "Hmm...I think yoU're JuSt scarrrEd to embRrrace what you arrrrrre...grrrr.."

Their knees went weak as they realized the flying beast had torn apart the approaching Sand Worm with its claws and was now standing a few meters away from them. The Aves Bird was on the ground now and abhorrently chomping on its flesh just a couple of meters next to them. Escaping was no pointless as well. Even if they all run in different directions, the beast would easily catch up to all of them. A higher-tier beast was something far-beyond their capabilities. Unlike human beings, the Beasts were never obligated to suppress their rhythm. Humans did that out of courtesy for others. The beast's aura was taking over their sanity. Pain, lust, wrath, dread, malice, and fear… these emotions ove

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

How come he’s there? The beast was now displaying itself in front of me. It was a breathtaking sight to behold. My jaw dropped, and time stood still for a moment. Standing tall with a majestic presence that commands attention.. His fur is a striking blend of midnight black and silver, shimmering under the moonlight like a tapestry woven from the night sky itself. I’ve never seen such a majestic creature before! Wait.. I have!! Celeste’s phoenix! That woman was annoying, but at least she had her awe-striking phoenix with her. That one, too, resembles this beast in a way. Only.. The phoenix looks like it came straight from hell with its feathers. It was feisty, too. Maybe because of its upbrin

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

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

It was perfect. Baron had this in his mansion? I walked through the garden running my hands through the flowers, feeling the wind on my face and the sun shine brightly on me. I felt alive and free. I sat down and spotted something hopping around. I looked closer and saw that it was a bunny. I gestured for it to come closer and it did. I carried it up and placed it on my lap, gently stroking its soft white fur. It looked like a mythical creature with its big beady eyes and small nose.

She stood at the center of the hunters’ encampment, surrounded by shadowy figures, her heart pounding as her transformation inched closer to completion. The hunters had prepared well for this moment. Silver chains bound her wrists, sapping her strength, while intricate runes glowed faintly around the perimeter, designed to weaken werewolves and disrupt their abilities. The red moon overhead amplified their magic, casting long shadows that seemed alive. Jake stood nearby, his hybrid form fully revealed under the moon’s light. His monstrous figure looked even more grotesque now—his wolf-like features stretched unnaturally, his claws glinting like daggers in the crimson glow.

I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…” “These things seem to have been written centuries ago.” Atticus wrinkled his nose, also reading over my shoulder “Celebrations after children's first transformation? Where did the person who wrote this live? In a village with ten wolves? Does he have any idea how many children transform for the first time every day…?” “Magic rituals.” I interrupted him when I read the title of that chapter, quickly starting to lo