Novel & Cerita Romance In The Beast World

They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward. Some whispered that he was stuck in a half-wolf transformation, locked away in his castle where no one dared approach him. Others claimed he was a monster, his presence alone enough to drive humans mad and wolves feral. I flinched when my father's gaze slid toward me, and I immediately lowered my head. “Raven, you will go as a replacement for your sister as the Beast's betrothed.” I felt as though I'd been punched in the gut. The room spun around me, my vision blurring at the edges as my father's words sank in.

And since he had been a real-life human man, she had chalked the whole 'seeing a beast-like monster man' to a fever dream. But now, here.. Adam is a beast. Not in the insulting, he has horrible manners kind of way. But in the actual, he turns into a fucking animal kind of way! The black beast growls deep and with a heavy lunge, he attacks Adam with a heavy snap of his jaws. Adam growls as well and the two large beasts attack each other. Bella watches as they lunge at one another. Blood spurts and yelps ring out. Bella moves away from them, edging towards the house. She spots Chad standing by the counter in the kitchen and she half crawls, half runs to get to him.

"You ran from my bed, out of my territory, straight into the camp of the male who sold you. And you let him put his hands on you?" "No, he didn't touch me like that," I said, my voice rising as I pulled against his grip. "He brought a medical kit for my hand, Caspian. That's all." "You ran to him!" His roar rattled the radio equipment on the strategy table. His fingers tightened around my wrist until the bones ground together. "Of all the places in this world, Rielle, you ran to the pathetic coward who put you on an auction block!" The fury in his face was terrifying, but underneath the rage, I saw the unbearable agony. The Beast didn't understand the complex mathematics of my sacrifice. He

Kael stopped too, turning to face her fully. “In my world,” he said quietly, “something usually is.” The honesty in his tone unsettled her more than any warning could have. Before she could respond, the forest ahead opened into a wide clearing. And Elara forgot how to breathe. The Beast Pack’s territory wasn’t a cluster of simple cabins like Moonridge. Massive wooden lodges stood among the trees, built from thick timber and stone, their structures blending into the landscape instead of trying to control it. Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves moved everywhere some in human form, others shifting between shapes as they worked, trained, or guarded the perimeter.

And yet here Beetle was about to go running off to meet one of her many lovers, all of which were anything but werewolves. Beetle could sleep with fae, vampires, warlocks, and all manner of other creatures and her parents never once batted an eyelid yet Hazel knew that if she even looked in the direction of a man who wasn’t a wolf, it would start World War III. As if she sensed Hazel’s reluctance, Beetle leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I won’t tell them if you don’t.” Then she leaned in further and kissed Hazel on the cheek before she added, “Try

Soon, his fangs ripped my underwear, leaving my lower body naked. I had no idea if Adan had already noticed the ground was cold and damp, covered with traces of snow, and that if I were an ordinary wolfless Omega, I would be shaking from the cold now. I closed my eyes as I let the Beast ravage my body with his tongue. Wild thoughts were running through my demon head. Was Beast planning to mate with me? Oh, Goddess!

Their hands found each other's faces, Wyatt's canines still elongated and sharp as he breathed in at the crook of her neck. “Ma sorciere,” he growled. Since the failed mating I had never dared be so close, so intimate, with Landry's Beast. Yet she drew up on her tiptoes guiding his mouth to hers and kissed him, like a man, like a Beast, he devoured her mouth. They mingled with such passion something in my chest envied them, while still pitying them. We had been like that once before the Beast set in. Yet Wyatt's Beast failed to recede and remained present as a part of the intimate embrace. Foreign, that's what the idea of them together like ‘that’ pulsed through me. Yet envy laced my veins

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.