The Beast's Bride Novels & Stories

“Victoria married me to another man.” “What?!” He stepped back as if I had slapped him. The tears came before I could stop them. “She tricked me...” My voice came out weak. “She made me sign a marriage contract instead of property papers... she sold me for money.” “How could she do that?” He stared at me in disbelief. “For five hundred thousand dollars.” I wiped my face and let out a bitter laugh. His face changed... he stepped toward me and held my shoulders. “I will not let them take you away from me.”

A brush of flesh against flesh that meant nothing to me and everything to the witnesses who had gathered to see the Beast claim his bride. The priest intoned the sacred words, calling upon the Moongoddess to witness and bless the union. "In the name of the Moongoddess, I pronounce you mated for life. What the moon has joined, let no wolf tear asunder." The words landed like stones in my gut. Mated. Bound to this creature who had tried to destroy me. But it was a necessary sacrifice. Sometimes you had to lose a battle to win the war. Her family began to clap. The sound was reluctant, forced, and I watched Liora's reaction closely. Her expression flickered—something between disgust and grief c

He simply stared up at his captive bride with a dark, unyielding obsession that promised one undeniable truth: She had survived the night, but the beast was only getting started.

He wouldn't blame her though that was what he was and will be, a beast at will. "That came out wrongly," she said filling sorry for calling him an animal. "And no I don't see you as a loved one, a loved one would never do what you did." "And that is?" "Do not play dumb with me, am your captive, not your bride."

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. 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.

I gasped, snapping my head up to see the bulky minotaur frame of what I could only describe as a monster staring back at me. ”My, My, aren’t you precious? Bride of the beast,” The monster drawled in a watery baritone that stopped my heart cold in my chest as I let out an involuntary scream, trailing back across the roof’s shingles as I watched it pant hungrily, the tree-trunk size of the monster’s arms hanging limply by its sides. I raked my eyes across it’s form, struggling to comprehend exactly what it was that i had been looking at before the monster laughed, snapping my attention back to it’s mangled face.

It smiled widely with its ugly pointy teeth while running towards her. "Oh not again," she began to run away only to sprawl on her butt when someone flew over her head followed by an ugly scream of the beast. When she looked back, she saw the ugly creature sliced in pieces while a woman in eternal white dress had shaken her weapon from the green stains of blood of the beast. Daeira pushed herself up in shaking legs while regarding the woman who huffed into the dead beast while turning her attention to her. Daeira could swore that her heart beats so fast while she behold the beauty of the woman. It was unattainable and perfect. When she walked near her, Daeira's nose was filled with her un

The beast chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through me. "Good girl," it growled, its hands tightening on my hips as it continued to thrust into me, its cock filling me completely with each powerful stroke. The beast's hand wrapped around my neck, its grip firm but gentle as it tilted my head back to expose my throat. Its golden eyes locked onto mine, and it began to move faster, its hips thrusting with a newfound urgency. I gasped, my body trembling as the beast's cock pounded into me, its thrusts deep and relentless, its breath hot on my ear as it whispered, "You're mine now."

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.

The Beast turned around, and Rosabella looked over her right shoulder as Fred stated. "Master, you asked me to find Paige's first husband and if he is alive or not. Well, he is alive, and he is here because after I told him what was going on with his first wife, he asked me to bring him here, and he wants to meet his first wife's second husband and daughter (Rosabella and Luke knew that Paige refuses to tell them). Is it all right with you three that I bring him in?" The Beast looked at Rosabella, and she replied. "Of course, you can, but on one condition. That he doesn't harm my father at all because he is still recovering from what happened to him." The Beast looked at Fred, and a voice sp