Beautiful Creatures Book Series Novels & Stories

His head moved to bow to me too, and I raced to return the gesture before moving forward. The same happened when I passed by Ryle—the smoky violet dragon, Rohan—the flaming red dragon, Aldric—the desert orange beast, Egan—the ochre behemoth, Elvira—with her white scales, and the twins, Kelan and Declan—proud of their metallic blue shade. They were all beautiful beasts I had the pleasure of knowing. They were all deadly too. Very deadly. I certainly don’t want to cross them in the future. I was so engrossed with their generous treatment that I only noticed the path to the stage already on the water. I was past the shoreline now and I was surrounded with water on both sides.

Refusing to be broken, Brook snarled, "The Bayzee leader uses cloaking magic. I will hunt him down myself to balance the ledger." Debora’s smile went completely cold. "Make sure you don't become the prey." She turned her attention to Lucien, her eyes dropping to his heavily scarred thighs. "I consulted the flesh-weavers in the old country, Lucien. They believe a blood-transfusion from a purebred captive might restore your full Lycan speed." Lucien tapped his knee, his voice dropping an octave. "I have broken enough weavers to know their promises are hollow. My seat remains steady."

’ My hands patted my sheathes that were holding the blades that would help to end Draxthi and the Demacores entirely. A gust of dark energy moved towards us. Draxthi, Gixin, Calvin, a group of Demacores, and a couple of witches appeared within that energy. Beauty let her Vessel aura out to play so that it could entice them. It was working like a fucking charm. They all looked like they wanted to possess her, but they would be dead long before that ever fucking happened. “Hello, boys,” Beauty drawled.

So nodding smilingly at each other, they stepped through their chosen door. … The beasts on this final floor were in hundreds, both small and great, winged and wingless. The moment the two stepped out of the door, every beast was alerted. Firstly, a swarm of palm-sized mosquitoes came to 'welcome' them. A/n: Thanks for reading. I'd appreciate it if you leave comments or recommend this book to other smut lovers. Sit tight, more stories are on the way. And does anyone care for a BL tale? If yes, do let me know.

I loved going up the staircase, so that was where my books were kept. I didn’t expect it to still be there—I was just curious what was—but I was shocked to find it fully stocked. The young adult novels still sat, but the collection had expanded to two shelves. Classics from Charlotte Brontë and Jane Austen, the entire Harry Potter series, and many others lined up together. One in particular caught my eye—La Belle et la Bête by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. The origin of the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale.

Devrim complained as he rubbed his eyes. The cover of the new book had a strange symbol on the front and at first Aurora believed that the vault had made a mistake. But when she opened it, the Empress discovered that this was exactly what she needed. "This lists all sorts of creatures and their magical abilities. It's like an encyclopedia!" "Great! Can we go? I don't think the vault likes me." Since entering the room, Devrim had felt the air was heavy around him. He was not welcome, only tolerated.

A flicker of something—a phantom sensation of heat, of salt, of a heavy weight pressing him into a mossy floor—tripped a system error in his brain. "Majesty?" the guard prompted. Aradaa didn't hear him. He looked into the beast’s eyes. He saw the stars. He saw a black hole. He saw a man who had promised to hold him until the suns burned out. "Kaelor?" Aradaa whispered. The beast nuzzled the bars, pressing its wet nose against Aradaa’s palm. It didn't bite. It didn't tear. It just waited. The obsidian throne room shattered. The guards turned to dust. The cage melted into golden threads.

I agreed as he wrapped his protective, warm, solid arms around me. The next morning, I dressed carefully in a pink pencil skirt, white blouse, and matching pink blazer. My hair was down but pinned back on one side with a diamond and pearl slide. I was every bit the polished Royal Princess Rori this morning to face the council. Image matters, it shouldn't, but I had learnt long ago that if a woman dresses as an idealic innocent princess, then the seed is sowed easier. First impressions matter to people in the superficial world of high society. My nude heels clicked on the Palace Marble as Ben, and Aiden escorted me to the council. Once inside, I looked around. Fr Colm Roche, the human watcher

CHAPTER 33 M I R A N D A "Bethany Adelaide." I say as I carry her over my arms as I wipe my tears escaping from my eyes. All I could do was hold her and I was smitten by her innocence. This is always gonna be the best feeling in the world. She's so perfect on my arms as I carry her just like how I carried Ben for the first time. I still get amazed by how I created this tiny gorgeous person. As I look at her with her small face, tiny fingers, hands, toes, and how she's so small is beautiful to me. She sleeps on my arms so peacefully. She's just too beautiful to look away.

Her eyes slightly glowed against the darkness of this room. "Did you see that?" she said, leaning her face close to mine. "There are abnormal things about us. All these predatory senses we have, not to mention our speed, strength, accelerated healing as if we don't have enough of that. Even our cells heal fifty times faster than normal human cells, so we hardly age. We are even faster than a cheetah and able to move like the wind. On top of that, we crave human blood. More badly than you could imagine. We are born to hunt, Vivienne. What makes you think your friends are safe around you?"