The Beast's Bride Novels & Stories

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

“Your presence is not welcomed here, human. Had my blood not yearned for and summoned for your body, I would not have made an appearance. I expect you to vacate my temple once tomorrow arrives. Do you understand?” With a furrowed brow, I grip his wrists tightly, feeling the tension in my own body. “I am without a place to go. It is my destiny to be present here. I am your bride!” “You are mistaken. You are to be my bride a year from now, and it seems that you are a year ahead of schedule,” He releases my chin, and his knuckles brush softly along my cheek. As soon as his touch comes, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, and I close my eyes to fully immerse myself in the feeling. His touch was

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Beneath the illustration was a line of ancient text, which he translated in a trembling voice: "The blood of the First Bride shall open the Final Gate." I froze. The first bride... Rose. "Rose, aren't you—" But Lucien shook his head slowly, shutting down my theory. "No." Every eye in the room—including Rose’s—snapped to him. "Not Rose," Lucien said firmly. I frowned, completely bewildered. "Then who? History says Rose was the bride who was sacrificed!" Lucien smiled thinly, his gaze practically stripping my soul bare. "You are the real First Bride."

“I will claim my bride now. My bride is mine to do as I please. “Oh, goddess no!” The fear in Leneve’s voice stirs something inside me. I realize what’s going on. The beast intends to claim her. To mate with her. Against her will. Like hot coals dumped on me, my body begins to burn. So fierce and scorching my blood begins to boil. The heat across my skin intensifies blocking out the pain from the gaping hole in my chest. I scream from the blistering heat that consumes me, my bones snapping as I squirm, forgetting that I am already dying as the sensation of being burned alive eats at my flesh.

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

They had their own world now—a world of heat, size, and a hunger that would never end. The Beast had found his bride, and the fire would burn forever in the dark heart of the mountain.

I nodded my head from what the pack doctor had uttered. Raven brought her out of the room, so I walked to the bed where Beatrice was. I gazed at her beautiful face and let out a deep breath. “You're really so weird, Little Wolf. I didn't know anything about you, but you have nothing to worry about. I will keep you safe and teach you everything you need to learn. Nothing will change. You will still be my wife and you have to give me a child.” I'm such a fool for talking to a person who couldn't hear anything. Beatrice doesn't move and for sure she's been so asleep. We have to focus on her training tomorrow until she becomes good. It will help her to protect herself from the enemy.