The Beasts Bride Novels & Stories

In the mystical realm of Lunaria,the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over boundary that surrounded the Moonclaw Pack’s territory. The thick canopy of trees swayed in the wind, and the distant howls of wolves echoed in the night air. At the heart of the forest, tucked deep within the safety of its towering trees, lay the village of the Moonclaw Pack—a sprawling settlement of log cabins, connected by winding dirt paths, glowing lanterns hanging from posts to light the way. The pack was alive with activity as preparations for the Festival of Transformation were well underway. It was a festival of great importance, the night when the daughters of the Alpha would face their destin

He didn’t even bother to wear their native colors. My gaze travelled back up and I noticed the scar running across his left cheek, making him look even more intimidating. I bet he could break skulls with his bare hands. “Hey,” the other woman’s voice snapped behind me. I turned back to her. Most of them were watching the stage and appeared not to care about the rest of the conversation anymore. “What’s the bride hunt?” I asked again. The name alone sounded like something I didn’t want to be a part of.

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.

Bob asked. “Ah! I know! These girls are having a party to celebrate her upcoming nuptials!” Lou said. “Oh! I see!” Bob responded. “Well, in that case, you’ve come to the right place. Our town’s brides also celebrate before their marriage. But we call it a Bride Fight.” I blinked a few times. “Bride Fight?” “Well, you see, before any broad gets married here, she’s gotta engage in a duel with a giant chicken.” Jasmine and Paige stifled laughter behind their hands. “Seriously?” Paige asked.

“No son of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you” “W-what? The Beast Lycan?” I stuttered; my father's words hit me like a block of ice. “Precisely. He could kill you like his other wives for all I care. Good riddance” My father looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with disgusted contempt before he walked out of the house. My mother rushed to my side with tears in her eyes. “I'm so sorry Iris… your father told me last night, there was nothing I could do”

I go to run in front of Raphael, but he catches me and holds me back, keeping me by his side as we approach the cause of the commotion. Raphael pushes his way to the front of the crowd and yells, "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Everyone stops and turns towards him, including the 2 men fighting. One was a beast, the other just a villager. The beast steps forward and bows to Raphael, saying, "He is trying to steal my mate..." "No, she is mine. I asked her to marry me and she said yes..." "She did not... You're just saying she did!!" "Where is this female?"

The day of Beatrice and Nate's wedding finally came. It was a beach wedding, and all of their packs were there to witness their marriage. Beatrice's family is also there, and what they feel right now is unexplainable. They knew Beatrice and her plan, and as of what they're witnessing now, everything under her plan goes well. They're all in their werewolf forms and waiting for Beatrice to arrive. The senior wolf in front, which will give a blessing and a ritual, is also waiting for Beatrice to arrive. While Nate is already in front and waiting for his bride.

According to the story, male beasts would typically remain at level three unless they broke through to level four, after which they could continue progressing to become powerful figures in the tribe, or even across the beast world. A few days later, Clar sent the two beast husbands into the Dark Forest. When they returned to the tribe, they were battered and bruised, blood covering their bodies. The villainess paid no attention to their injuries and instead snatched the Beast King’s meat from their hands and devoured it greedily. The heroine, Ava, the most beautiful female fox in the tribe, saw this and immediately went to fetch the tribe’s healer to treat their wounds. Ava had always loved

one of the younger witches muttered, earning a harsh look from the elders. “All the better,” Lenora said. “Emotion can be turned into devotion—or destruction. She will be ours. One way or another.” The scroll was lifted reverently, placed upon the altar. But it was what came next that hardened every face in the room. A second scroll, this one bound in sinew and sealed with wax, was carefully unveiled. Blood-red ink bled across the parchment, coalescing into a single demand. The bond must be broken. The beast must bleed. Only through sacrifice shall the Blood Bride’s soul be bound.

As a result, his memory was not very clear now. “It’s the blood of a beastman!” Clarissa spoke in a shocked voice. Yes! Andrius suddenly remembered. Simply put, beastmen were rumored to be hybrids of beasts and humans. Generally speaking, it was difficult for beasts and humans to produce offspring, but nothing was absolute in the world. Anything was possible, and everything had the opportunity of life. Once a union between a beast and a human was successful, although it resulted in an abnormality, it often possessed some qualities of both humans and beasts.