Beautiful Creatures Ethan Wate Novels & Stories

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Clara drank the water and said “Thank You, Ethan. Why do you ask such a question?” Ethan replied calmly "I was reading a novel where the male protagonist is a supernatural creature so I wondered if it happens in reality too.” Clara laughed and said “Don’t be silly Ethan. It’s just fiction. No such thing exists apart from human here." Clara got worried about Ethan’s question. She knew she has to tell Ethan his truth on his 17th birthday but she still hasn’t figured out how to explain it to Ethan. To know Ethan’s view she asked him “What do you think of supernatural creatures?”. Ethan looked at her Mom and said “I think it is pretty cool. Superpowers are something we all need. If I had superpo

It wasn’t that bad compared to getting locked up witht he lycans, but still, I can’t help but feel like I became a sacrificial lamb for enduring so much for the werewolves. “At least you’re famous!” Celine did not miss an opportunity to gaslight a traumatic event for me in a positive manner. She throws an arm around my shoulder. Her loud laughter covering up the awkwardness that my previous statement left. “Most of the civilians feel more at ease when you are around. I don’t know about the whole werewolf undercover thing, but I can summarize that you are a newcomer for them, right?” She did not allow me to respond before she continues. “You’re the new girl and you are more famous than any o

One of the armed men didn’t even have time to move—he took the full brunt of the door to his chest and went flying backward into a broken beam with a crunching sound. And standing in the doorway— Ethan. His chest heaved like a beast who’d run through hell. His hair was a mess of sweat and blood. His eyes… his eyes weren’t even human anymore. They were glowing—silver and golden, like twin moons set on fire. And his mouth was parted just enough for me to see the flash of teeth. His fangs. Oh god. Blood dripped from his hands. It soaked into his sleeves, his knuckles torn from tearing through whoever had been stupid enough to stand in his way.

"The humanity patch... Beatrice said it only reacts to genuine emotional spikes. To things a machine can't feel." "I know," Ethan said, his voice steadying as he looked at the Weaver. He reached out and took my hand, his grip crushing and warm. "But to create a spike large enough to short out a body made of silk and stone... it has to be a total surrender." The cliffhanger hung in the air like the scent of ozone before a lightning strike. Ethan pushed the car door open and stepped out into the red dust. He didn't have a weapon. He didn't have a plan. He just had the resonance—the messy, unpolished love of a man who had broken himself to be real.

It’s so wild, and peaceful, andfree. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Princess,” says Ethan. “The water’s pretty—” I shriek as I step into the shallow water. The icy temperature jolts through my body and I shudder. “Cold,” finishes Ethan. He’s rolled onto his stomach to watch me. There’s a wide grin on his face. “I’d rather be... a little cold...” I begin, trying to hide the violent chatter of my teeth, “than caked in dirt... although you clearly don’t feel... the same.”

Echo’s Pov: I am Echo Belle Johnson. Really long name, right? Many people gets confused when I actually say that I own both the name Echo and Belle. Both of the names are contrasting with the actual characters I own. I don’t even understand why I have the name Echo when I was the most silent person when I was kid and why I got the name Belle when I was an ordinary beauty who wasn’t even in the top twenty beauty of the classes I attended to.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

"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?"

"You go to your room first. We want to talk in private." Cindy nodded, and she walked upstairs. After Cindy leaves, Mike pushes Ethan's shoulder. "Are you OK?" Ethan continues to indulge in his dream. He mumbled. "Beautiful." "What do you say?" Without answering Mike's question, Ethan continued talking to himself. "She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." "You mean Cindy?" Mike looked at Ethan suspiciously. "She's as beautiful as an angel," Ethan spoke again. He was mesmerized by Cindy's beauty.