Beautiful Mystery Novels & Stories

The room suddenly became very suspicious. Very suspicious. The box was opened. And for the first time all day— Sam became speechless. Inside rested the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. Silver. White. Moonlit. The fabric shimmered like freshly fallen snow beneath starlight. Tiny crystals decorated the sleeves. Silver embroidery flowed across the bodice like frost patterns. The skirt looked soft enough to float. Beautiful enough to belong to a queen. Or a Luna. Sam stared. Unable to speak. Unable to move. Unable to breathe.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

Amanda had a dream where everything appeared magical and surreal. She wandered through a strange land where the moonlight illuminated everything, making it appear mysterious and beautiful. While exploring, she encountered a celestial being - the Moon Goddess, who was radiant and ethereal. Amanda was filled with awe and trepidation as she knelt before this divine presence, her voice trembling with emotion.

Nate lifted out of sleep, feeling Mira’s warm body in his arms. Lying still, he listened to her breathing, the soft flutter of her rising andfalling chest. If he concentrated, he could feel her heart beating faintly, it's rhythm hitting the side of his chest. He stared at the ceiling then angled his eyes towards the bay windows to his left, studying the dim light seeping through. It told him it was dusk. The sun hadn’t yet completely fallen beneath the horizon. The moon hadn’t entirely risen in the sky. The strange magic of twilight was filling the room.

Beauty reached toward it. The moment her fingertips brushed its surface— A sharp pain shot through her wrist. She gasped. The room disappeared. Darkness. Cold. The sound of chains dragging across stone. A woman's voice echoed through the void. "Find me..." Beauty spun around. Nothing. Only endless darkness. Again the voice whispered. "Before they do." Then... Golden eyes opened within the darkness. Watching her. Waiting. Beauty jerked backward with a cry. The vision vanished. She stumbled into Alex, who caught her before she hit the floor.

And it was impossible to ignore his beauty, the sharp blue of his eyes piercing straight through me, as if he could see everything I tried to hide. The blonde guy’s smirk widened as his gaze bounced between us. Whatever amused him, I didn’t like it. “Let’s go in,” the hoodie guy said. He didn’t wait for a response. This time, he didn’t pull or drag me. He let me walk at my own pace while I took in the strange beauty around us. The cabin was surrounded by flowers and tall trees. No other houses were visible—if there were any, they were well hidden by the forest. I should’ve been afraid. I knew that. Yet a strange calm settled over me. The curse on my leg pulsed softly, sending a faint tinglin

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

Ember The room changes when I blink. One moment I’m standing at the foot of the obsidian throne, fire humming beneath my skin. The next, I’m somewhere else entirely. A garden, black roses curl around iron trellises, their petals veined with silver. Moonlight pools across still water. The air smells like smoke and night-blooming flowers. There is danger in it’s beauty, in the way a venomous snake is beautiful.

“Someone whose gifts have been sealed and suppressed for far too long.” A chill ran down Celeste’s spine. She thought of the strange flashes she’d been having. The woman in silver robes, the running, the fire, the pulsing darkness beneath the earth. She pushed the images away before they could surface again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said carefully.

“I have kids, boss. Please. I’ll disappear. You’ll never see me again.” Mikhail didn’t blink. “You already disappeared the second you picked up that phone.” The gunshot cracked loud and sharp and blood sprayed across the white marble. A red mist hit the wall and some of it landed on Mikhail’s shirt, and some of it landed on the floor right in front of the doorway. Then, Bella gasped and Mikhail’s head turned slowly. His eyes found hers through the blood spray still floating in the air. And everything stopped. She stood frozen in the doorway. Her legs wouldn’t work and her heart hammered so hard she could hear it in her ears.