Beautiful Creatures Novel Novels & Stories

The gods' world was beautiful indeed. Utopic. And it had nothing to do with the mundane world that she was coming from. What she had been used to. Everything was so much brighter here. Much more colourful. The land that they were walking through was so vast. There was natural greenery all around them, from that plushy soft grass beneath her bare feet and all the way to those rolling hills and waterfalls visible in the distance. It all looked so pure. Untouched. Like nature itself had created all this, untainted by the hand of man. There were flowers haphazardly scattered all around them, sweet and tantalizing aromas filling up her nostrils with every breath that she took.

Wherever the tiny pieces landed they turned the deck to smoke as the scorched embers passed through the planks as though they were not there at all. Upon seeing the demise of their leader, the other dark-beasts scattered in terror. Beatrice’s eyes followed them and whenever her stare fell upon one of them, the bodies of these creatures would obliterate, their remains dispersed across the ship, searing wood and melting fibreglass and plastic, with small crackles and pops. Beatrice closed her eyes, and everyone below looked on with amazement as an intense, inner glow turned her exposed skin translucent, and the air around them changed with a hideous ripping sound.

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.

My chest pounded hard. I crept towards the broken window and peered inside. A man held his bleeding hand and kept screaming. In Damian’s hand, was a knife covered in blood. My hands flew to my mouth as a gasp escaped. Damian turned to me but before his eyes could catch my sight, I turned away. My feet rooted to the spot. Then Damian called, “come inside, Janelle.” My fingers tightened around the door handle, but I didn’t move. “Don’t make me drag you!” He said again.

"What if she's made for peace?" I'm unsure how to answer that and have no idea where the question came from. Our Beasts are made for war, and a Nova is the scariest Beast of all. "Why do you ask?" "It's something I read in the women's journals. You need to hear it." I walk to her bedside, pick up the stack of journals, and take them to the table. Marinah lifts the top book, shuffles pages, and begins reading.

"Yes, there on those peaks I heard we can see flying snow leopards but also mammoths, snow camels or white squirrels. And ... huge minotaurs with six horns.” But the girl quickly ran in another direction leaving Alexander to talk to himself. After taking less than twenty steps running, the girl stopped at a magic, transparent wall, behind which there was a bizarre creature, looking like a huge flying lizard. She could, in one gulp, swallow the two children in her womb, if it wasn't for that magic shield. All the creature's enormous nest was full of snow and ice, even if immediately behind it, where Elizabeth sat, it warm and nice, and the snow was completely missing.

I lay there, my chest rising and falling, as the aftershocks subsided, the book still forgotten on my chest. I picked it up again, my fingers tracing the stylish words as I caught my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I couldn't deny the feeling of satisfaction that took over my entire body. I had never felt so turned on from reading a novel before, but then again, I'd never read a novel like this before. A small smile of enchantment touched my lips, my fingers still tracing the words as I settled back into the story. Maybe there was something to be said for erotic novels after all.

It was another exciting day for Clarissa. Bamby had been taking Clarissa to so many places she had never been to. For the past few weeks, she felt like she had been treated like a queen. She had experienced a beauty makeover. She had gotten new sets of wardrobes from famous fashion designers. She bought new shoes. And she was oblivious to what’s more to come. Clarissa still felt overwhelmed with everything that had been happening in her life. It was like she was carried into this surreal realm where all her dreams as a little girl were coming true.

Clar ignored the lingering gaze of the stranger behind her. Leaving the front door wide open, she collapsed right next to Ben, desperately trying to melt the deathly chill of his paws with her own warm hands. “Ben... please open your eyes. Look at me, okay?” Great Beast God, isn't Ben a fated male lead? Isn't he supposed to turn every disaster into a blessing? How could a simple trip outside leave him like this? From the brutal marks covering Ben’s body, it was clear he hadn’t stood a single chance to fight back. Not a single patch of flesh remained unmarred, and even his beast-skin skirt was thoroughly drenched in dark blood.