Beautiful Creatures Ethan Wate Novels & Stories

What else did Ethan have in store for me? Ethan led me to a door on the other side of the room, opened it, and revealed a beautiful, moonlit garden. The garden was filled with flowers and trees, and there was a beautiful, sparkling fountain in the center. I gasped, feeling a sense of wonder. "This is beautiful," I said. Ethan smiled, his eyes shining with pleasure. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "I wanted to create a special place, just for you."

"I know. But the suspense kills me. Will she be a warrior like I? I have always dreamed of a mate who will conquer with me." Kane said nothing for a while, and Zane scoffed. "I know. She is human. That is my curse." "Humans have an allure to them, don't you think?" Zane shook his head. "I do not share your thoughts, Kane. I will get ready for tonight, and then leave once the sun rises tomorrow. Prepare everything." "Yes, brother." Kane said, and then came forward to Zane's normally affectionate half hug. Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him.

It let out a soft, melodious hum as it fluttered around the container, its eyes filled with wonder. Henry's jaw dropped in awe. "It's... it's beautiful, Ethan!" Henry said, and he asked, “where did you get all these animals, Ethan?“ “I caught flying In the night, and I commanded It to drop, and she did, but she's not from our world or here” Ethan explained, “That's exciting, I love you for doing that, but hope they are not wild like…..“ Henry asked, “I don't know, but I don't give her chance to transform,” Ethan said,

I stood up and took Ethan’s hand in mine. “Let’s follow it. I think it wants us to follow it,” I said. Ethan started to shake his head. I resorted to playing with his ego. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of this harmless glowing moth. I mean, look at it. It's…beautiful,” I said, the last word coming to a whisper. He gave me another one of his famous looks. We stood there in silence until he burst out laughing. I glowered at him. “Nen, you know I’ll do anything for you,” he said, chuckling. “Come on, let’s go see where your beautiful creature takes us.”

said Ethan. "You're asking my university's student. Why aren't you asking yours?" asked Bruce. "Because I find none of them as beautiful as Belle." "Oh. She's beautiful." Bruce walked up to her. Belle turned away from his icy stare. "Beauty is what you're after," said Bruce, he turned to look at Ethan. "What?" questioned Ethan in confusion. "You said so yourself, none of the women you seen is as beautiful as Belle." Belle looked at Bruce with annoyance.

Turning around I started to walk away. Ethan made his way toward his house. Inside he went straight to his room. Longing for a decent shower. Turning on the shower he waited for the water to heat up. The steam started to fill the bathroom. Staring at himself in the mirror. Remembering what he had seen. Those beautiful women turned into the most horrifying-looking creature to ever walk the earth.

Ethan was where I had last seen him, laying on his back, shoulders lifted off the ground, arms raised, perfectly still. The Cherubim was suspended in the air, its body bent and frozen as if it had been hit hard in the mid-section, its long muscular arms outstretched, thin, bony fingers splayed. Its terrible mouth was set wide, in a silent rictus scream that would never come, its gaunt face stricken in agony. The sheer size of the beast was huge in comparison to Ethan, and yet, he held the monstrous creature there, almost as if he had stopped time itself, almost as if the beast was as light as a feather from one of its wings. Everything was eerily quiet.

She felt Vergel and Finn’s attention burning across her flesh even after the silence and peace started to settle in. "Ethan, what did he mean when Vergel tapped his head?" "You’re a curious woman. Take it from someone who knows, nothing good comes from too much curiosity." His words only make her more interested in him than anything else. Ethan was the tallest of the three, well over six feet tall with the solid muscle mass to match. He was unexpectedly sweet and gentle, despite his bulky exterior. It doesn’t surprise Pearl to know he was a curious creature as well. "I’m a beast tamer... I mean, the hellhounds now love me…anything about creatures and spell books interests me."

'My boyfriend is full of strength.' Anna praised her behind her and went upstairs with something. Ethan Wharton put in water, carefully removed Kristen Oliver's makeup and took a bath. God knows how much psychological construction Ethan Wharton did for himself when he looked at his hot and attractive body before he became a beast and ate the sleeping princess dry. After protecting Kristen Oliver's skin and putting it on the bed, Ethan Wharton just took a shower and went to bed. Before going to sleep, Kristen Oliver struggled to sit up again.

he said, and for once, he wasn't joking or smirking, and the intensity in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat. Then the door to the suite swung open without even a hint of a knock. Ethan stood there with his coat over his arm, looking like the personification of a cold winter morning, and his eyes swept over the bed like he was scanning a crime scene. He took in how close I was to Kai and the way I was holding the heating pack, and a look of pure, cold amusement crossed his face. "How touching," Ethan said, his voice as flat as a dial tone. "The Critic and the Artist, bonding over a broken wing. It’s almost enough to make me believe in the script I’m currently writing for the both of