The Beautiful Beast Novels & Stories

Diana was entranced. This woman, this statuesque creature was frighteningly beautiful. And deathly still, with her eyes closed. She looked like she came out of a fairytale. A literal deity. She had dark green hair that framed her face in large, unruly waves. A headdress decorated with sharp silvery spikes and fluorescent moonstones, porcelain skin, and a heart-shaped face. There were weird symbols drawn on her forehead, her chin, and her small, pouty lips, all painted with the same color. Black. And she shone under the moonlight, like a precious gem. Her headdress, her luscious hair. Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

She observed his features, he had very good physique, his prominent jaw making him handsome, his strong arms that were quick to catch her still lingering at her waist and the lush brown hair that filled his head. She looked at his lips, so beautiful, so captivating begging to be touched. She reached for his lips, clamping her lips with his. He was quick to return the kiss, exploring all the corners of her mouth with his tongue. He savoured her hungrily like a starving man, ravishing her like the last meal he would have. She in return, unbuttoned his coat throwing it aside. He stopped kissing her, looking at her immensely with his beautiful grey eyes undressing her with his eyes. He clutched

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

She was beautiful and was wearing a red long gown which flowed behind her made all her figure noticeable, every unmated male around stopped what he was doing to stare at her. Royal could feel his wolves wagging their tails as they saw how beautiful their Mate is, though not as beautiful as Ariel as Ariel beauty was rare. Beauty and her father approached Royal and stopped when they neared him. He couldn't move as he stared deeply into Beauty's eyes with love. "We are special guests of King Lucas and-" Beauty who spoke first paused as she eyed Royal. She had been around wolves before to read them like an open book. The way this strange smelling guy is staring at her made her believe maybe his

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

Nate lifted out of sleep, feeling Mira’s warm body in his arms. Lying still, he listened to her breathing, the soft flutter of her rising andfalling chest. If he concentrated, he could feel her heart beating faintly, it's rhythm hitting the side of his chest. He stared at the ceiling then angled his eyes towards the bay windows to his left, studying the dim light seeping through. It told him it was dusk. The sun hadn’t yet completely fallen beneath the horizon. The moon hadn’t entirely risen in the sky. The strange magic of twilight was filling the room.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

I scoop up water greedily, swallowing in such large gulps that I feel like getting heartburn. “That’s enough of that.” Max put away the bowl of water before I could choke on it. He gives off a soft chuckle while cradling my massive wolf body on his lap. “You’re so soft, Belle. They say that you’re wolf is ugly and weird, but I think it is beautiful. I want you all for myself.” If I wasn’t too weak to move, I would have bolted away. The way that he was gazing at me was also making me feel uncomfortable. I can’t even whimper, much less reach out and scratch his face.