Beautiful Creatures Novel Novels & Stories

The shell continued to crack, layer by layer, until a small creature’s head popped out. It had a beak, sharp green eyes, and feather-like scales that shimmered with a soft emerald glow. A gentle screech escaped it as it stumbled from the shell, slick with silver fluid. Then it rose, unsteady but proud, shaking off the last traces of its birth. A beast-bird. Like Eryndor, yet... different. So beautiful. And it was hers? She reached out a hand. It came closer, chirping low, then climbed into her arms without hesitation.

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.

It was so huge that she almost fainted. The beast was huge and looked like it had wings. She whimpered and moved backwards. With every step she takes the beast takes one after her. And when the beast spoke it has the most unusual voice ever. It was as sweet as a flute bread and was as melodious as her mother's lullaby. She widened her eyes in surprise. "hmmmm. How long would it have taken you to find me? " The beast asked. She cringed. "please don't eat me... I'm just gonna pass here and I won't come back again... "

His hand was steady—the hand of a man who had ended a thousand worlds before breakfast. "One stroke, Alice," the Author whispered. "The 'Corruption'—the Beast, the violet fire, the pain—it all vanishes. You wake up in a small house. There is a garden. There is a sun that doesn't pulse with data. You will have a mother who remembers your name. You will have a life that isn't a 'Product.'" **CRASH.** Rowan’s massive bronze claw dug deeper into the tower’s wall, stones falling like rain. His dragon-eye, as large as the desk, was a swirling nebula of amethyst and gold.

She pursed her lips at herself and sighed. Easier said than done. As they proceeded through the halls, making their way from one resplendent sight to another, she dared another glance around and regretted it immediately when she spotted a group of creatures so lovely they couldn't even be called women. The sight of them made her stomach twist with nerves, their beauty causing much the same reaction in her as her first glimpse of the master. It was almost terrifying. She guessed they must be nymphs though she'd never seen one before. They too wore a few bits of jewelery and wound flowers and gold thread into their hair, but only a little here and there. They clearly needed no adornment. They

" Hearing such a proposal, everyone gets excited, leaving the doubt for last as a commitment to survive the uncertain future, survive all the challenges to come to meet all. When the penultimate person withdrew, the last person, the female protagonist of this novel, stands in front of the sphere. "I Aleksandra Ayers * wish to know what divine beast joined me with" At the end of her words, the sphere lit up in such a way that it momentarily blinded everyone followed by a roar. The roar surprised everyone, but Aleksandra even more since that same roar was the same as the one, she heard previously, and the situation is very different from the previous ones.

To know the origin of the beasts, I have to touch it. All beasts are creepy looking and they are all hybrid consists of two genes except the one who had the diamond. Why did the diamond choose this beast? Well, there’s only one reason the beast is a powerful hybrid. I can sense its strong aura. The beasts roared and growled loudly and started attacking us. Azrael growled and attacked the weak ones I told him earlier. I know the beast’s capability just by looking at them. I ran towards the beast, not tearing my gaze away from its burning eyes. The beast didn’t move like it was waiting for me to get nearer. I killed every beast that blocked my way.

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

Her calm, angelic expressions turn molten hot, and then she looks like something cruel and fallen, like a newly awakened demon. "You're rejecting me?!" I can't fail to notice the weather around us shifting and thunderclouds taking the sky. Finn sees it too and grimaces. Werewolves and wizards surround us, all led by the crazy hybrid Beatrice. "I don't understand..." Beatrice covers her face with her hand, laughing when she sees Finn holding my hand. "My vision didn't show you, my mate, having this girl by your side—you were going to be mine, all mine!"

she smiled and exited the place like nothing had happened. The crowd made some noises, and some were laughing. Beauty looked at me, showing me the box in her hand. "She's your cousin?" "Yeah, the most crazy one." I shook my head. Beauty looked at the box in hand, and I did the same. She looked confused as she looked back at me and instantly put it inside my pocket. "Your cousin is very stunning, Mr. DJ. The Mondragons, indeed, are a breed of handsome and beautiful faces," one reporter said amongst the crowd.