Beautiful Creatures Series In Order Novels & Stories

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

He thought looked behind about yelling at Wren however what he encountered destroyed every motives. To him, it was heavenly. The way the sun fully sets on the princess' smiles; the way her orange-brown braided hair swung with the wind; her dainty almond blue eyes, her brown skin radiating the sun set; Skylark's fallen lemon feathers swirling around the scenery which pictured in his mind like a work of art—It was so enticing for the Beast being. His face reddened as he blinked never as he seen such beauty during all his time in the Humane Kingdom.

Another monster lurched through the fog—this one leaner, fast, and made of what looked like glass and shadow. “I got the screamer!” I yelled. “I’ll take the creep!” Damian responded, ducking a black tendril as the beast shrieked and swiped for his throat. Norma hurled a potion that exploded in a flash of golden fire. “INCOMING!” It hit the third beast that had tried sneaking in from the left. The potion melted half its skull. “You’re welcome!” she added. The Rift pulsed again. Four more creatures crawled out—one slithering, one winged, two just... teeth.

, Lucy took Austin's hands and promise him to buy ice cream. Three of them walked out from the cemetery with their hands together. Heaven is clearer than yesterday and birds chirping everywhere. Lucy closed her eyes to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. She opens it again and then she realized that she's still inside the hospital while Kent was sleeping beside her. She was dreaming again. If that was a dream, it feels so real. She will deal with Cassandra, later on, she goes out to the hospital. A great smile painted on her face to think that her family was saved and Cassandra went to prison. She closes her eyes again to keep dreaming.

Yet, ever since she came here it is like she can not get warm. “Oh.” Adam says and Bella feels a little judged, so she quickly tells him “The movie is based off of a book series by Anne Rice called the Vampire Chronicles. I love this series because I am half in love with the main character Lestat. So I watch the movies sometimes when the mood strikes me.” “Movies? As in plural?” Adam asks her and she nods. “Yep. The sequel is Queen Of The Damned. It is pretty good too, but the first one is my favorite.”

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

She didn’t talk but gave a reluctant nod of agreement. Not far from the hidden spring is the flower garden. The only place in this forest where you can see all the vibrant colors of the meadows all year round. They never withered, or at least I have never seen it. I closed my eyes and repeated the incantations directed to the fairies this time until tiny voices started tickling my ears like mosquitoes during dawn. I opened my eyes and saw three tiny winged creatures, one blue, another green, and the third one is purple. I used to call them Belle, Gale, and Penelope to distinguish who was who by associating the first letter of their names with their colors.

Her parents' happiness turned to disdain, as they now had two other heirs, making Mia seem unnecessary. By the age of five, Mia had transformed into the spitting image of the cursed princess from the legend, leaving no doubt about her lineage. Accompanied by her father, Mia was brought before the Magical Beasts. Upon seeing her, they were captivated by her innocence and beauty. However, overwhelmed by the presence of the mighty creatures, Mia became frightened. As the gaze of all the Magical Beasts fell upon her, she burst into tears. The leaders of the Magical Beasts, concerned for her well-being, attempted to comfort her, but her fear persisted, leaving them puzzled and concerned.

With a soft crack, the shell split open. Father and the royal physician rushed in hurriedly, eagerly watching the cracked egg. After Rosalie's earlier misunderstanding, Father dared not speak a word, fearful of another humiliation. At that moment, the shell broke apart completely, revealing a tiny golden dragonoid with delicate horns crowning its head. The newborn sacred beast blinked blearily at me before smiling at me. "My hatchling!" I cried out, overjoyed. Then, I fainted. I was at peace, knowing that my sacred beast hatchling had come for me again.