Beatrix Winx Novels & Stories

Kalden whispered, jogging up to place a browned paw on my back before urging me forward, ignoring the witch’s loud scoffing. “Don’t see why we're going through all this hassle, whatever was chasing that girl probably already ate her.” Ma Jules grumbled, slapping a branch out of her eyesight with the heavy baton of her staff as I inhaled a large breath, the voices in my head swimming for control. Easy Hector, focus on the imp. I ground my teeth together when the witch continued nonchalantly, breaking my reverie. “Would serve the girl right too, always eager to use those damned legs the way she was. There's plenty of competition to choose from-” Ma Jules needles and I snapped, whirling back to

I felt a sense of confusion as I wondered why the beast had such a room and if he was hiding something. As I continued to explore the room, I realized that there was no sign of the beast. Alex's voice shattered the silence, and I turned to her, seeing the fear in her eyes. "Sierra, I think it's time we take you home. Don't you see the beast is making a fool out of you?" I opened my mouth to speak, but Alex lifted her hands to stop me. Instead, she moved closer to me and spoke, her voice trembling with fear.

I clearly remembered that Walter got married with his childhood sweetheart before going abroad six years ago. “She died while giving birth to our child.” He blinked away the tears, his eyebrows pulled closer together. The corners of his lips lowered, the gloominess of losing his lover also dampened my soul. “My daughter Bex is five years old. Let me show you her picture.” An innocent little girl with the same eyes as Walter melted my heart, reminding me of my bunny. “Your Princess is so pretty. I would love to meet her.” “Come to the Marriott hotel, we are staying there. But a little caution, Bex is very naughty.”

Could it be? The heavy oak door to the meeting hall creaked open, revealing a female of Alden's species. She is tall and much more statuesque than Lena, with horns elegantly curved. She strides purposefully into the room, with a band of weary but determined warriors behind her. In that instant, relief washed over me, a wave so powerful it could have knocked me off my feet. This must be Khimaira, I thought. Teon and Knox seemed to visibly relax, a weary smile gracing Teon's lips.

Hundreds of eyes—most of them glowing with that faint, predatory amber—fixed on us the moment we stepped into the pit. At the center of the room stood a single iron platform. My father-in-law, the King, sat on a high throne overlooking the circle, his face unreadable. Beside him sat a man I assumed to be Lord Arden, he was looking like a man who was about to watch a long-awaited execution. "Prince Eilis," Arden’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls. "The Pack has heard your claims. You say the beast is tamed. You say this... Southern girl... is the leash that holds the Feral side at bay."

I have too many questions that running through my mind but I just brush it off. We came closer to him and my manager has this stupid creepy smile on his face. "Good afternoon Mr. Sebastian" my manager greeted him and I just looking at them. Zeus looked at us but more like looking at me. He stands up at the sofa and greeted back. "Good afternoon" He politely greeted us, but he is not smiling. He still cute though. "By the way, He is Matthew Styles and he will gonna be your best friend in the series. So you have to get along." My manager explains again.

There was no turning back. Bamby led Clarissa to the office’s main door and opened it. It was a lustrous office with sophisticated interiors – definitely epitomizing a model’s sanctuary. A female receptionist greeted them. Bamby and Clarissa proceeded to a conference room. To the latter’s surprise, two distinguished persons were waiting for their arrival. One of which was Berry Valencia. “Clarissa, I would like you to meet our chief executive officer here at BC Models, Benito Chan. But since you are almost part of our BC Models’ family, you may call him Mama Benny.” Bamby introduced the pillar of the model agency.

The hair at the back of my neck prickled as the air dropped colder, carrying with it the metallic tang of ash. “Turn around. Slowly. And cover your mouth.” I obeyed, inch by inch, every bone in my body screaming at me to run. But when I finally turned, I almost did scream. Flynn’s hand caught my mouth before the sound could escape. It loomed there, half-shrouded in shadow, its massive frame rippling with scales that gleamed faintly like wet stone. The beast’s wings folded close, yet their span seemed larger than the clearing itself. Its head lowered, ridges cutting the night, nostrils flaring as it tested the air. The tail lashed once, gouging the earth, and the ground trembled beneath our f

“Thank you for saving me, couz.” Lore was stunned at the same time looking at me as if his face was saying, 'what-the-hell-is-going-on?' I just winked at Lore, later we lined up for the second game called 'Green light, red light.’ The winner will be exempted from an output based requirements exam which is a reward to all winners in other games.

I said “I love you too Christina.” Alexi left and I went back to training. The week was over and my heat was finally done. And I could focus on my training. The six months went by pretty quickly. We had a party for Alexi’s 125th birthday. The witches and the fairies came the council came to. Our house was packed but we had a good time. Around midnight Alexi stood on a table in the backyard. He tapped his glass with a spoon. “Can I have everyone’s attention. “ He said.