The Beasts Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home. When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes. The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation. "A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said. After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female co

So she explained everything from the beginning, from a man with a black leather jacket, his face was not visible at all because at that time the moon was not brightly lit and when the moon was brightly lit the man turned into a beast and ate up this woman's husband. Kael didn't believe it at first but considering that there were beasts eating workers in Mathis and Jason's new building as well as Leopald's company's new building then it all made sense. Now Kael was still listening carefully to what this woman was saying. "And then the beast left, I... I was so scared detective, I actually didn't want to report the disappearance of my husband but wanted to report this beast that had threatened

tears welled up in my eyes as I sought for possible escape before time. If he refused to let Lucius have control, I would need an escape plan. I had heard enough horror stories about what the inner beasts did to women when they got carried away while having control of the human body. The same, I had heard stories about them forcing half shift during the mating act, if not shifting fully, and that was the last thing I wanted to experience. Unlike humans, the beasts never bothered to be careful, to be gentle and try to ensure the female didn’t get hurt. I couldn’t claim that was the case in our situation, but that still didn’t mean I wasn’t terrified of the possibility.

In return, she will be my queen - pretend to be the white wolf so that the elders will stop pressuring me to find a mate, and I can focus on finding the true white wolf of prophecy. Yet as I run, I cannot help but look down at her face. Her features are delicate, almost fragile. Even with the sunken eyes and tired features, there is something striking about her that I cannot place exactly. I shake these thoughts away. I cannot start to have useless crush on her “She smells so nice,” my beast comments all of a sudden This takes me by surprise. My beast rarely speaks about anyone, let alone compliments them. In fact, in all my years of living, my beast has not complemented any female. The only

It was the pregnant wife of Jamal, she was seen hiding her five kids under the ground created for the sore purpose to protect them from any surprise attack from the Beast creatures in the desert. Peirce and Node just stood confusedly staring at the pregnant woman as she hid her last child. An inhumane living among Beast beings, what was more surprising was she was married to one. “Go out there and fight before I kick both of you out.” She uttered. Peirce and Node swallowed. “Yes, Ma’am!” “… Actually I was asked to run…” Peirce said with a lowered face. “Can… I get maybe a lance and darts?” Node asked.

Eventually, he couldn't contain himself and revealed, "Mia is my wife." The room fell into a stunned silence. El Patrio's eyes widened as he absorbed this revelation, while the Beast regarded the situation with an air of detached amusement. "Your wife, you say?" the Beast mused. "How quaint." He turned to El Patrio "I see how you manage the situation so well. You even fell into a trap laid by a common woman." He continued to laugh, amused by the turnout of events. He then turns back to Mia, "So, Mia, have you come to save your baby or your husband?"

"Maybe you should bring Church's daughter." He said it low, but Beast didn't like his tone. My fist plows into his jaw with a satisfying crunch. His wife runs forward but Cabel rolls and places his hand out to stop her. "Stay back," he grumbles as he picks himself up from the dirt. His wife stops in her tracks and turns her angry expression on me. She's a feisty Cuban woman and her current attitude proves she might not be the brightest one. "Lower your eyes, woman," Cabel reprimands harshly.

It was a rare pleasure to come across a woman who saw right through William's nonsense. Beau had watched plenty of those wolves circling the locals—men and women alike—whenever the she-wolves decided to prowl. They never bothered hiding their intentions when they turned No Wolves Road into their personal playground.

The weight of their stares presses on my chest. Primrose nudges me, a squeeze of reassurance. I rise, keeping my steps measured, deliberate. When I reach Gerald’s side, he extends his hand. I take it. My gaze holds his. My anchor in this madness he’s pulled me into. “I present to you my mate. My wife. Mrs. Iris Ford. Formerly Miss Iris Conrad.” Gasps. Murmurs. Shock ripples like a wave. “What’s the meaning of this?” A man shoots up, anger flashing in his eyes. “She’s a human. You think marrying a human secures your title?”

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”