The Beasts Wife Novels & Stories

Regina Opening my eyes, I came face-to-face with a giant black wolf, its penetrating brown eyes locked onto mine. Its fur was sleek and glossy, reflecting the moonlight that filtered through the dense forest canopy. I could sense a primal intelligence emanating from this majestic creature as if it held ancient wisdom within its gaze.

she cried. “I read about this,” Mason said, turning to peer between the front seats. “It’s just birthing hysteria. She’ll want to kill us before the night is out. She-wolves turn bat-shit crazy on their mates for getting them into this mess. Worse than any human female. We’ve just got to keep on reassuring her that everything will be all right and let her vent as much as she wants. Lucas, let her squeeze your fingers. Don’t be scared. Take one for the team.” Our wife heard the word ‘crazy’ and almost dragged Mason onto the backseat of the car by the scruff of his shirt.

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.

Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor. Kane came forward, but the priestess raised her hand to stop him. The ritual wasn't complete yet. She closed her eyes and continued with her chants, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the wolf turned away from Zane's unconscious body, and it bounded off at top speed. The priestess finally let her hands down, and the fire died slowly too. She opened her eyes, now blank and without the colored part. Kane watched, his eyes thin. The priestess closed her eyes again, and took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to normal.

King seriously judged Hana, who had a firm grasp of the win at first, but after the match between Hana and Kristen, King realized that Hana was not a mediocre person. King whistled three times in a row, crawling out of the hands of a strangely shaped beast. It is a bird with four legs, white neck feathers, and a whole black body. It is a second-level beast in the process of evolution, and in the Quansib, only two people own their beasts: Mr. D. Bean and Mr. Cusia. Everyone is talking about it; the spirit beast is a wisdom animal. It is not dominated by humanity, especially those who see it only as a control tool. The beast has five layers of strength awakening; depending on the species, the

stone and shouted, "I'm only going to ask you this question one last time Trad! Don't play games with me! What did you do to my wife?!" Trad looked at the stone from the house that sat on the ground from Beau's punch, looked back at Beau, and said while smirking, "You know what it was me. I hurt your precious Marigold but it's not like it matters anyway. When are you going to wake up and realize that she's nothing more than a piece of property?! I mean think about it! Your father bought her for 10 million dollars, he just sold her which means nobody is looking for her. You can do whatever you want with her and nobody will care because nobody is looking for her. You and I are men and I know

I nodded my head slowly, comprehending the passing down of the keys, but not what had caused the first queen to create the beasts in the first place. “Do you have a picture of the beasts on your phone?” Levina shook her head, passing me a helmet, as she threw her leg over the bike and mounted it expertly. “No one has ever seen the beast, and lived to tell the story. Only the Queen knows the identity of these beasts. Her family doesn’t. I heard that you can die just by looking at them.” My eyes widened, before getting covered by the helmet. I climbed on the bike, and then threw my hands around her waist.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."

Those contracts seldom stipulated that the couple would be expected to mate only in the human sense and finding a fated mate always overode those types of contracts, at least to more sensible wolves. The Beast was now livid in the back of my mind, where I had shoved him. Suddenly I felt a shift in the energy, since she had come to the island the land had seemed to hum with it, and now everything went so still even the cicadas had ceased their noise. I was moving before the next round of berating from Beau hit my ears. Something was wrong. When I pushed out the front door Beau followed in my wake I stopped in my tracks stunned, everything was eerily still.

My name is Vivienne Ashwood, and I am the only pure-blooded white wolf in the entire Beast Realm. According to legend, a white wolf can bear the greatest beastkin warrior of all, the White Wolf King, a child powerful enough to lead the entire realm into a new age. Because of that, the Beast King had issued an ironclad decree on the day of my birth: whoever I chose as my husband would be the next Beast King. In my previous life, I chose Kael Drayne, the Beast King's eldest son, full-blooded dragon, the crown jewel of the realm.