Romance In The Beast World Novels & Stories

He’s so sure that she’s our mate, except, I’m not convinced. She’s using witchcraft! That’s the only thing that I could think of to explain why when I looked her in the eyes, I didn’t get that instant connection, and yet Beast insists that she’s our mate. Sure, when we touched, the sparks and tingles took off. Unfortunately, that’s when I lost full control of my body. That’s only happened to me once, and it didn’t end well the first time. Apparently not the second time either.

I left my office and walked into the living room, hoping the movement would settle the uneasiness building inside me, It didn't. My wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, refusing to settle. “Can we go out and bring her ourselves?” my wolf asked. I stopped walking. “You know that’s impossible. How can you suggest that?” I said. The idea was absurd, I couldn't simply leave the palace and go searching for a woman in the middle of the day. The curse prevented me from stepping into sunlight, and there were limits to what I could even do. But my wolf didn't care about any of that, he wanted her.

We were born with the divine gift of bearing sacred beasts. Ten thousand years ago, a great war broke out among the beast clans. The only sacred beast sacrificed itself for the lives of countless others. Since then, its bloodline withered away, and no sacred beasts had been born. And now, Rosalie and I were the only hope of bearing one. It had been declared throughout the beast clans that whoever gave birth to a sacred beast would be crowned as beast king. In my previous life, on our coming-of-age day, Rosalie was the first to pick Charles Summer, the prince of the zilant clan. She was hoping to give birth to a sacred beast and claim the throne.

Like it had scared everyone in this black-dominated headquarters. "Well, well, I'm flattered." Still touching Crystal's chin, Xander tilted his head. His warm breath caressed her neck, accompanied by a passionate glance. His lips curved upwards. "You know ... when you decided to enter my world. You should know that there is no way back, Princess," Xander said hoarsely. Crystal's blood rippled, as his words passed through her ears. Her body stung as soon as their skin touched. Deep down she knew that this wasn't right, but it was far too late to run now.

According to the story, male beasts would typically remain at level three unless they broke through to level four, after which they could continue progressing to become powerful figures in the tribe, or even across the beast world. A few days later, Clar sent the two beast husbands into the Dark Forest. When they returned to the tribe, they were battered and bruised, blood covering their bodies. The villainess paid no attention to their injuries and instead snatched the Beast King’s meat from their hands and devoured it greedily. The heroine, Ava, the most beautiful female fox in the tribe, saw this and immediately went to fetch the tribe’s healer to treat their wounds. Ava had always loved

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.

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

she said with a smile. My heart broke. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t want her to oppose this too. “I don’t want a chosen mate. I want Max,” I snapped, my fingers crushing my glass. “Excuse me? What are you going to tell her? How do you explain that you are a beast and she’s yours because some moon goddess designed it that way? She’s a city girl from London, Bran. Aside from the fact she’s not going to believe you, she’s also going to tell everyone who is willing to listen.”

_ ~How can a lost ever become a victory?~ _ How did this happen...? The beast, the same one she had come to kill was her mate. She didn’t get it, she didn’t understand...how could the beast be her mate? And how could it be an omega in human form? Omegas could not withstand the power the beast had according to the elders, so...what was this now? Was she mistaken? No, she couldn’t have been, she saw the full transformation, the beast had turned into a man, this man...

In return, she will be my queen - pretend to be the white wolf so that the elders will stop pressuring me to find a mate, and I can focus on finding the true white wolf of prophecy. Yet as I run, I cannot help but look down at her face. Her features are delicate, almost fragile. Even with the sunken eyes and tired features, there is something striking about her that I cannot place exactly. I shake these thoughts away. I cannot start to have useless crush on her “She smells so nice,” my beast comments all of a sudden This takes me by surprise. My beast rarely speaks about anyone, let alone compliments them. In fact, in all my years of living, my beast has not complemented any female. The only