All Chapters of Bride of the Beast: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mornings were usually peaceful and quiet around here but today was not like every other day. The sobs and loud cries coated with lamenting kept me awake all night. The birds werent singing the humming of insects couldn’t be heard and even the wind whistling around the trunks made the air seem more toxic.Many curled up with their family having ther last Goodbyes with tears streamed down their eyes even the greatest broke down and shattered into pieces. It was only just a matter of mintues before families were going to go there different ways leaving one of their own to die because of a stupid Traditions which has managed to be made supreme over all, crippling the hands of many and forcing them into total defeat over a meaningless superstition. How the thought of this sickened me but I had to admit I myself was scared nevertheless not about the fictitious beasts but the lingling question on my mind on why none of the girls never came back home but I guess I would have to find that ou

The beast's eyes glittered in the split second it took for our gazes to lock before the fur snapped back around his pale skin and he bounded towards me, the slap of his footfalls on the cave’s stone floor loud enough that it froze me in place.“Get away from me! No! I am not going back there! Mmph!” I screamed wildly, pumping my legs as hot hands encircled my midriff and lifted me from the floor.This was it, this was the day Nola Reynolds would die. Sam had always said it was my curiosity that’d do me in the end. The blood pounded hot in my ears as my heart beat a jagged dirge, but the beast remained silent. I felt a wave of vertigo hit as he carted me off into the deep slanted shadows, through a hidden corridor I hadn’t seen before. “Stop! Where are you taking me?” I shrieked, unable to control the note of fear in my voice. I didn’t want him to think I was frightened of him! It was the one thing uncle Ben taught us- Sam and me after our parents died.“Round these here parts, fea

I could tell the man standing on the other side of the door was still there. I held a shaky breath and twisted on the narrow bunk of the prisoner's bed to look at the imposing frame of the door.I hadn’t heard his footsteps receding, was he waiting to hear what I’d do? I cleared my throat, but the lump was still there.“Hey beast, say, won’t be bad to get a couple more furniture in here ya know?” I croaked, fiddling with the frayed ends of the linen blanket and craning my neck.Silence.Great, what did I have to lose? Besides my head and a few choice limbs? Nothing but a farthing child.“Reckon I could use a restroom too, getting kinda cramped in my bladder you see, wouldn’t want to piss on your highness’ bed and all.” I finished, hesitating. He couldn’t have known I’d seen the tin bucket with the broken lid he’d kept under the bed. I was a pure breed wolf, we did not piss in buckets.There was shuffling on the other side of the door and the sounds of footsteps fading. I sagged visi

Hector“You fucking bitch ass….fucking Lycan warrior lunatic!” Nola’s raspy scream came before she flew up to meet me, seeming to think better of it and sitting back down.I arched an eyebrow at her theatrics as if to say ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought.’“You’re getting very out of control Nola. Pounding on doors and stomping around like a maverick, when all my workers want to do is sleep.” I grunted, dropping the tray on the wide bronze stool beside the high canopy bed where the girl was sitting like a princess.“Wait, you have workers here?” She gasped, the milky white mounds of her chest rising and falling passionately.Stop looking at her fucking chest Hector, goddammit!“Yes,” I said cryptically, watching the wheels in her little head go round and round…round and round. I damned if I could get that fucking nursery rhyme out of my head.Nola looked like she was planning something, probably trying to find the workers.I hoped she didn’t, for her own sake. Some of my workers were hung

The woman watched me quietly after the scream had died on my lips before she cackled once, like a firecracker going off.“Celebrating already? Party's hardly even started yet.” The woman chuckled in a sinister voice, as she shook the black talon of one finger at me, somehow seeming closer than she was before I’d blinked.“Who the fuck are you?” I panted, feeling my canines extend as I took a cautionary step back, my heart, beating bruises under my skin. The light seemed to leave the woman’s face as she cranked her neck sideways with loud snapping sounds.I knew then who she was. The Wild, Wicked Hag of the Mountains.I could tell from the way her body seemed to undulate freakishly, a stain to the normal eyes.She had to have been nearly a millennia old, but she hardly looked her age, the skin on her face-what I could see of it as the forest canopy blocked the leftover burnt-sepia light the rising moon provided- was a fine-lined coffee brown.The hag clapped, nodding her head in the si