Beautiful Creatures Series In Order Novels & Stories

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.

As my head of guard, she shouldn’t worry herself about any needs other than my need to kill that behemoth. Harriet walked forward when I didn’t respond and ran her fingers down my arm, “Please, sire. Allow me to help you.” She grasped my hand and led me slowly toward the bed, looking back at me with lust in her pale brown eyes. The beast inside of me was on edge still, he needed to let his anger out, and although I refused to release my frustrations on any members of my pack, today he dismissed my usual excuses. The haze of my beast took over and I followed his wishes willingly. I pushed Harriet down on the bed and crawled over her, holding my body just above hers. She writhed underneath me

The scalp remained seemingly unharmed, except for a grey belt of smoke that escaped the fire, like smoke, only much darker. The first sister she stopped at leaned closer to the dancing flames, and inhaled the grey smoke through her lips. She kept the smoke in, closing her eyes, and stepped back. When she opened her eyes again, they were brighter red, and with her cheeks puffed, she took her robe off and bent to the ground. Marcella continued to stop by each witch, while the first one cried out in agony as her limbs broke off from her joints and extended, her fingers and nails doing the same. Her perfect skin disappeared into oily coffee-colored hair, and her pretty face contorted into the fa

Any beastkin engaging in relations with a human under 18 would be immediately neutralized, regardless of whether or not it was consensual. "You know I'm a clean freak. I don't like her touching you." Lisa nuzzled his neck and pouted. "Please, Salem. Can't we be each other's firsts?" After a long while, Salem hoarsely replied, "Alright."

she said. I nodded understandingly. I didn’t know what to make of everything. So Elodie had been right, and according to my mom, they didn’t hurt humans—they just existed? That was really weird. And they went to school like us, and college, and even became billionaires? I remembered the photo Elodie had shown me yesterday of what they could look like. It looked like the Beast from Beauty and the Beast, and that’s exactly what it should be—a fairytale. Wait. What if the fairytales were actually true?

I drew in a quivering breath, closed my eyes, and tried to find my happy place, where I was playing with my mother with a kite in a local park and I was just a simple child having fun. When I opened my eyes, I felt a new energy running through my veins as my mother smiled at me and the world started again. I then reached down for the lid of the first box and removed it as quickly as I could. My gaze dropped into the box, and what I saw turned my blood to ice. It was—it was—President Victoria's severed head. It stared back at me, her eyes wide with frozen shock, her mouth slightly agape in a soundless scream. Her face was ghostly white, the skin stretched taut over her bones.

It was perfect. Baron had this in his mansion? I walked through the garden running my hands through the flowers, feeling the wind on my face and the sun shine brightly on me. I felt alive and free. I sat down and spotted something hopping around. I looked closer and saw that it was a bunny. I gestured for it to come closer and it did. I carried it up and placed it on my lap, gently stroking its soft white fur. It looked like a mythical creature with its big beady eyes and small nose.

Over the next few years, he and Morgana worked together, hunting down and killing the remaining demons until only he was left. But one night, Dracula let his guard down. Morgana sneaked out of his room and opened the castle gates. Outside, an army of wolves was waiting. Leading them was Syrax, a dragon who wanted to kill the last demon child, Dracula who held the power of Silver, the dragon of water and life. The plan worked perfectly. Dracula had never seen these wolf creatures before and didn't know they existed and his own army had no idea how to deal with them. With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated.