The Beasts Bride Novels & Stories

Mira and Lyra were on either side of me, their faces flush with excitement as they looked out over the stone railing. The crowd erupted into a roar as the first two contestants stepped onto the blood-stained sand. It was Tristan and Asher. To showcase the dominance of the prospective heirs, the elders had released wild mountain beasts, corrupted twice the size of a normal predator. I watched in stomach-churning silence as Tristan shifted seamlessly, his large amber wolf lunging forward, tearing into the beast with a brutal efficiency alongside Asher’s gray wolf. They handled the monster with terrifying ease, their claws leaving deep gasps across its fur until the beast collapsed into the dir

And then, I gave birth to a half-beast white dragon, our son Charles. As the first half-beast child born from the human-beast union, Charles naturally became the next leader of the Human-Beast Alliance. Alice, enamored by the tiger clan's beauty, had chosen their heir, James. But she didn't expect him to be a shameless womanizer, constantly entangled with other lovers. Eventually, she contracted a disease because of him—one that left her infertile and scorned by the tiger clan. She blamed me for her misfortune, jealous that I had lived a better life than she did. One night, she drugged me in secret and set a fire that burned both me and Charles alive.

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

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.

Looking around, I see everything has been arranged to be made special, the decorations are flawless, there are balloons, flowers, streamers. Everything screams this is a mating ceremony. I see presents on the table. Everything stands out, that this is something that means something to the wolves who choose to mate and bind themselves to each other forever. Beatrice is dressed nice, with makeup and hair done, her mate is dressed well too. Victor is pulling on her to him as he tickles her, she screams for him to stop while laughing. He keeps at it until her breath hitches and her chest is rising and falling.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

No matter how much knowledge they had, there was no way they would know about those beasts. After all, those beasts had never appeared on Hestia Continent before. They lived in second-grade worlds, and not every second-grade world had them. They only existed in a few of those worlds. With those conditions in place, there was no way they could ever recognize those beasts. The caretakers let out a cold announcement after showing those beasts, "The hundred and seventh battle. The challenger is Lesley King! You have five minutes to choose one of these five beasts to fight you. After you finish choosing, everyone can place their bets in the betting area. I am sure all of you are clear with the ru

"You are unbelievable, and mark my words. I am going to do every fucking thing I need to do so that my friend doesn't end up with. you because you are nothing but a beast!" Kael quickly grabbed her hand, his grip firm and threatening. "Call me beast one more time, and I will show you what a beast does!" She yanked her hand free, fire in her eyes. "I am not fucking scared of you. Yes, you are a beast, and yes, you have every trait a beast needs. And let me tell you, as long as I am alive, my girlfriend would not end up with you. So have fun." Elara pulled away forcefully, giving Kael a middle finger as she stormed out.

Eloise POV I headed towards the cafe where my boyfriend would meet me. I was so excited to meet him. After 4 years I am gonna meet him. I carried my purse and headed towards the living area. "Where are you going, Eloise???," My dad stopped me. I turned around facing him, "I am going to meet Travis dad." "Travis, hmm Okay, Don't get late." "Yes dad," I smiled at him. I kissed him on his cheeks, "thank you for supporting me today dad."

Words in an ancient script glowed faintly as they read: The First Moon cursed the split packs: Blackthorn and Ironfang, born of one sire, divided by pride. Only the bridge born of forbidden union, human heart, wolf blood, may mend or sunder the line forever. The ritual of binding requires three elements: blood of the bridge, tear of the betrayed, fang of the betrayer. Complete it under the dark moon, and the curse lifts. Fail, and the bridge shatters, taking both packs into oblivion. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs. “I’m the bridge.”