Novel & Cerita The Beast's Bride

Her calm, angelic expressions turn molten hot, and then she looks like something cruel and fallen, like a newly awakened demon. "You're rejecting me?!" I can't fail to notice the weather around us shifting and thunderclouds taking the sky. Finn sees it too and grimaces. Werewolves and wizards surround us, all led by the crazy hybrid Beatrice. "I don't understand..." Beatrice covers her face with her hand, laughing when she sees Finn holding my hand. "My vision didn't show you, my mate, having this girl by your side—you were going to be mine, all mine!"

That man is one hell of handsomeness. “I’m crystal”. She responded “A precious name for a precious gem like you”. He said, kissing her hand once again. Damien growl at him immediately, Carlo laughed and quickly raise his hands in surrender. “Hi”. Rose said bluntly. Crystal scoffed. “It’s nice to see you again sis”. Her stomach suddenly grumbled. Making her cheek turn red in embarrassment. “I’d take you downstairs to get some food”. Damien carried her in a bride way, heading downstairs.

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.

“At midnight, the Festival of Transformation begins. Then, we’ll see what the future holds for me and my children.” The village buzzed with excitement. Lanterns lit the pathways, and bonfires crackled in the distance, their light flickering against the night sky. It was a night when the Moon Goddess’s blessing would be revealed—when the Alpha’s daughters would come into their full power, and the ancient prophecy would be fulfilled. The prophecy was clear: When the moon rises full on the Festival of Transformation, the Alpha’s daughter shall transform into a powerful wolf. She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace.

The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain. Silvia's breath misted as she was dragged forward, ankles muddy, heart pounding with reluctant thrill. Her wrists were bound, not by rope but by magic, smoky and pulsing around her skin like invisible silk. They said the Beast King took a bride every decade. They said none ever returned. He hadn’t chosen Silvia. She had offered herself. For revenge. For freedom. For the chance to kill him. But standing now in the heart of his stone throne hall, with its black marble floor and a hearth roaring like the belly of a dragon, Silvia felt her resolve quake.

“Mr Blackwood, I am no murderer. I don’t know what my daughter told you, but this is all a misunderstanding.” “A misunderstanding?” Orion asked mildly. “How so?” Cain opened and closed his mouth, visibly floundering. Vera felt nothing but disgust watching him squirm. “Why don’t we schedule a meeting, Mr Blackwood—” “That would take another year, Cain,” Orion replied flatly. “I’m a very busy man.” “Mr Blackwood—” “We call on the father of the bride to come walk his daughter down the aisle,” a voice announced over the microphone. Cain froze.

Don't yield. ‎ ‎But I couldn't let her die. Not after we had just started to trust each other. ‎ ‎"I understand," I whispered. ‎ ‎"Good." Magnus signaled the guards. "Open the doors." ‎ ‎The massive oak doors of the Chapel groaned open. ‎ ‎The sound of the organ washed over us a thunderous, gothic melody that vibrated in my chest. The sanctuary was packed. Hundreds of wolves from the Bloodmoon and Iron-Claw packs filled the pews. They turned as one to watch the bride.

I had a firm grip on the girl's hand. "Don't go!!!" I screamed as I held her hands in mine. "Don't worry, Mr., you'll be OK!!" she assured me. Because of the wound on my head, I couldn't hear her clearly. She let go of my hand and walked away; as she walked away, I noticed a birthmark on her back in the shape of a butterfly, which was visible because she was wearing a backless garment. It's unusual to have a birthmark like that. I was startled awake by a voice.

Holding his frustration back, Beast cooed at her and Ana nodded her head agressively at him, with the same smile plastered over her lips. Finally, relief washed over Beast and he got up, before picking her up in his arms in bridal style. Ana wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled up against it, tickling him up. Gritting his teeth, he exhaled heavily through his nose and started walking towards the stairs. Ana started swinging her legs slightly, almost making them both fall off the stairs. “ STAY STILL! ” Angry, Beast roared out and Ana pulled her head away from his neck.

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.