Beautiful Creatures Book Series Novels & Stories

)I hear and smile knowing its Sebastian the owner. "Muy bien, como estas tio seb? Es bueno verte de nuevo!" (Very good, how are you uncle Seb? Its so nice to see you!) I say and he comes from the counter to me. Seb kisses my cheek and smiles. "How is your Mama?" He asks and sits me down. "Mama is good, how is Amora and Alora." They were his twin granddaughters who he and I couldn't get enough of. They were the chubbiest angels with big fat gorgeous brown eyes.

"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.

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

I picked at a golden slice of fish, savoring the rich, tangy taste before looking over at the book still sitting beside Kira’s seat. "What are you reading?" "Something on mystical creatures forged with witchcraft," she said between bites. "I’m hoping it might help us identify the giant serpent, but so far, there’s no mention of it." I chewed slowly, my gaze falling to the intricate cover of the book. "Nothing about a snake that kills everything in its path?" "Not yet. Just banshees, shadow beasts, some hybrid ghouls, and this weird chapter about moon-cursed wolves." I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds delightful."

He turned around and tilted his head. "Thank You." Her smile was small but filled with gratitude. "You're welcome and you can call me Azraiel." He watched her nod her head and left the medical wing with the brightest smile on his face. Alone in the room, Charlotte moved on the bed a little to lift the books he had left. She put them on the unoccupied space on the bed and lifted the first one to read the title. A small smile crept on her face as she read the title. "Basics of the Werewolf World" was a fifty-page introduction book for children at the Orchid Primary School at the Blue Orchid Pack. She leaned back and started reading about the new world she was going to be in for the rest of her

I swear she looks like a little fairy who get lost in the human world. We stared at each other until Nadya walked away; that's when I came back to my senses. How could there be such a beautiful girl in a slum village like this village? The girl was not well-dressed. She wears really simple clothes, a sign that she was a resident of this Luzzbell village. At that time, in my heart, I was captivated by her beauty. However, I never had the chance to know her more because it was my last day in Seiraah before I finally returned to utopia.

By the time the sun dipped low, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, I felt like a wrung-out towel. But then I stepped back and actually looked at everything. The gardens glowed under strings of fairy lights, each tiny bulb twinkling like fireflies. The tables gleamed with polished cutlery and crystal glasses. The flowers—minus the cursed daisies—spilled in perfect arrangements of roses, lilies, and hydrangeas. A soft breeze carried the mingling scents, cool and calming after the day’s chaos. It was stunning. Magical, even. And despite all my grumbling, I felt a flicker of pride.

I squint down at the bottom of a hill, looking down at the deserted crevice where the scent drew me. “Belle, this place is dangerous.” I didn’t turn back, even though Ajax is now next to me. “This place is—” He halts. I can feel his growing confusion as he watches the scene with me. The empty and barren space filled with the scent of lycans, orcs, and goblins seems to be staring at us with equal ominousness. The emptiness strongly feels like it was mocking us for falling into a trap.

I'm going crazy with want but I manage to tell him that I think he's beautiful as well, inside and out. "Open your eyes." He begs and I do it because right at their moment there's nothing I wouldn't do for him. But all the want leaves my body when I see James above me, naked. Not only that but in his eyes I see her, Aurora, the girl who is me but with red hair. I don't hesitate to push him off me. I immediately jump off the bed and grab my clothes. "Heaven what the hell?" Sky's voice is laced with anger as well as confusion.

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.