The Beast And The Blessed Novels & Stories

I hadn't expected that, but nonetheless, I refuse to look away, matching the intensity of his gaze. "I was out in the forest one night with my daughter, when the Beast came and took her from me. When I tried to fight it off, it took my hand and left me near-dead on the ground," he mutters, before resting his arm on his lap, allowing me to keep seeing as he explains his story. The Beast has never hurt a single soul. It is a magical creature which remains unseen, granting magic in return for our devoted faith. My mothers chants ring through my mind.

He has my soul, I know and I myself gave it him. No matter how far I go away, my beast will find me and cage me in his arms always and forever. - Advika, The Beauty. Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated. — Siddharth, The Beast. ******

"What's she doing?" "She's looking for Beast. She wants to give him a thank you kiss." Someone made kiss smacking noises and Beast reached out and swatted the back of their head. When the two women returned to the elevators everyone cleared out except Christopher. He sat down and flipped cameras until he located Ashleigh and her friend. She looked good, healthy, pretty. He was satisfied that she was all right. But he still didn't turn away from the camera.

I gave him a glance doing my best to take as much of him in as possible from his handsome charcoal hair that flowed in sexy waves around his face to his chiseled jaw down past his broad shoulders and because I knew what was underneath most of that clothing I couldn’t help think of all those things I’d been allowed to see and my core begged to be near him but my mind told me I was walking towards an execution. As I rose and made the step up to stand in the middle of the Alpha and the High Priestesses I cringed in fear but was grateful to see the priestesses that would assist me to scutter behind the flowers waiting for me to be presented. “This is truly a great day and we welcome you as the

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

What's more, beastmen grew faster than normal humans before ultimately stopping growing old once they reached a certain age. They would stay at their peak until the day they died. That's why beast-kin were also called warbeast in the past. Setsuna, hearing this question, clenched her teeth before saying, "I want to become strong. I want to become so strong that I will be able to crush my uncle. But, but, I don't know how. He is a blessed." From what Setsuna knew, blessed people were simply too different. It wasn't just a question of talent.

Alaric said, knowing very well that he would have no idea of this name, and he was right about the way Beast became a statue after knowing the meaning of the name; it was clear that he wouldn’t have thought that the name his mate had given him could be this beautiful. ‘She thinks that I’m a ‘gift of god’ even when I told her that I’m a product of rape?’ Beast thought, trying to understand what kind of woman his mate was. The more he tried to hate her for what she was, the more her kindness and words shocked him.

”Now, to finish this bastard off one and for all,” The hag said, turning to ball her fists at the man’s best friend that had been crawling toward me on the gritty floor. I could feel the rage rolling off of the beast’s form in waves as he clenched his mighty fists and a plume of black smoke rose between the wicked hag of the mountain’s balled-up hands. The magic of her spell. “No!” Kalden shrieked as the beast swayed desperately, the pound of its salt and granite-furred hind legs on the floor sending small cracks through the earth before Hector did something completely unexpected.

The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow. His head is now bent down, and he motions to me as if he's trying to tell me to get on top. When I don't move the beast stands back up and growls like he's telling me to get on or else. I do as the beast says and slowly approach him to climb on top. Being unable to steady myself on top of him, I grab hold of his fur and hold on tight. At first, riding the beast was like riding a horse until it started to run

Vincent instantly trusted his tongue, devouring her mouth mercilessly. His inner beast took control. He wanted to rip her apart. Her tears kept on falling, embracing her cheeks, and he kept on wiping them while caressing her cheek. After a while of satisfying his beast, he broke the passionate kiss, breathing heavily, but his heavy breathing didn't stop him from attacking her delicious neck. She held his biceps as he kept on devouring her against her will. She gasped out when he started to suck her neck harshly. "I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!"