The Beasts Bride Novels & Stories

Scott and his grandpa brought him to Alexandra's place and spent the afternoon with Marina. Beast completely lost it when he saw Alexandra, peed all over the rugs from excitement, and knocked Marina over three times before settling next to her like a giant pillow. It was epic watching them curled up on the carpet watching cartoons. They had a perfect afternoon, but that night, as Scott worked late—his usual insomnia keeping him up, deep in designing collectible cars—his phone rang. "Allie? What's wrong?" he asked, alarmed. "You need to come right now! Something's wrong with Beast! He's going crazy!" Alexandra cried over the phone, panic in her voice.

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.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

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.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Grayson advised as he pulled the egg-shaped vibrator from out of my center. It still felt as if it was in there buzzing away inside my empty cavity. He left the anal beads in place as he scooped me up and carried me into the bathtub. My legs were like jelly, too weak to walk. The water was just the right temperature. Not too hot, but warm enough to relax my muscles. I wrapped my arms around Grayson’s neck as he leaned in to kiss me. It felt different this time. This kiss was soft and gentle. Grayson's kisses usually screamed, “I want to fuck you hard and the dirtier, the better,” but not this one. It was the type of kiss that felt more like 'Marry me' and that alone sent my heart fluttering

The hall seemed to have been carved out of wood with a fountain in the middle and some strange little birds flying around in the air. There were a lot of other women in the same dressing as the lady leading Sheng Chen and the party, either just standing or leading other groups of people to some places. They made their way to the other side and entered another room. It was much smaller in comparison with some strange marking in the middle of it. On the right side, there was another lady who waved at the party as they entered. She was standing in front of a desk with some papers on it. Everyone moved towards the table when they heard the second woman speak. "Hello everyone. My name is Tsun

She reached, deep within me, and plucked at the black rose within. I shook with cold, shook with her icy touch. I could feel the Troll Queen's presence haunting me, like breath fogging my godsgiven visions. We had a connection, my Lady Beast and I: "Turiel..." the Beast had growled into my ear as I had painted her gargoyle ears. "You are my Bride, the queen of my desolation. By the Blue Star, know the advent of my kingdom. By the Silver Star, know the birth of my war. And by the Black Star, know that I am your rood."

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.

"That is much like it is for beastkind. Well, I guess not exactly. Before we figured it out, beastkind mates could only have sex with humans to procreate. After thousands of years of prejudice against other beastkind species, we discovered different species can mate and produce offspring successfully." His response is instant. "No, it is nothing like dragons. If any man touched my bride, before or after me, or if I'm lucky enough one day to mate, it would mean the man's death." One part of his sentence doesn't quite make sense. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by before you mate." He huffs out a loud breath. "All brides are virgins. It is the only way they have a chance at transcende