Ethereal Beauties Novels & Stories

BACK TO PRESENT...... Amaya's whole body shook,as she cried bitterly. She had lost her family in the twinkle of an eye,and she was yet to believe it. "How could a human being be that heartless to kill people without remorse? How could a human being be that beastly as to kill little children without second thoughts? Innocent children who haven't done any wrong." Amaya wondered. "Please forgive me Ethan and Norah" she said inwardly and sniffed. "I promised to always protect you both, but I couldn't even lift a finger. I watched you both die and I couldn't save you". She cursed herself mentally.

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

Slowly, another being descended, bathed in a glow so radiant that the shadows themselves fled from her presence. She was taller than the first, her form slender yet commanding. Her skin shimmered like polished marble under moonlight, and her long hair flowed behind her like a river of silver stars. Draped in a gown that seemed woven from light itself, she carried no crown, yet her very presence demanded worship. Her eyes were pools of pure white light, gentle yet fierce, like they had seen the birth of worlds. Around her, the air grew calm and sweet, filled with the faint fragrance of blooming lilies. A crescent moon burned faintly above her head, and whenever her bare feet touched the groun

"My one and only wish is to never let this beautiful angel go out of my life. I want nothing but my butterfly to be mine till my last breath and even after life." My eyes burned as tears threatened to fall at his another of thousand-time confession.As his words wrapped around me, a soft, shimmering spell of devotion, I felt my heart leap like a fluttering moth caught in moonlight. His vow hung in the air with each his words, weaving an invisible thread of eternal promise between us. It was as though the world itself held its breath, stars aligning to witness this tender declaration. Each word felt like a caress, filling me with a profound warmth that spread through every corner of my being.

The swirling of elegant gowns, the low murmur of hushed conversations, the clinking of glasses—it all seemed surreal, like a world apart from the warehouse I had just left. Desperation, mingled with determination, flooded my veins as I searched for Willow in the sea of faces. And then, as if guided by some unseen force, I saw her. Willow stood near the edge of the ballroom, her back to me. She wore a stunning black satin dress, backless with a high slit up the leg. She looked ethereal, a goddess amongst mortals. But it wasn't just her beauty that struck me—it was the strength radiating from her, the grace under pressure that had first drawn me to her.

Adorned with intricate silver beads that sparkled with every movement, it caught the light in a mesmerizing display. My eyes were drawn down to the transition of the bodice, gradually fading into a lighter hue that matched the layers of airy tulle and chiffon in the voluminous skirt. Each layer seemed to float effortlessly, creating an otherworldly effect as Evelina glided towards me, her lips pressed together nervously. She was more than just beautiful; she was a vision, an ethereal being that I couldn’t resist. And I, like a devil tempting an angel, longed to touch her and taint her with my sinful desires. She’d enjoy it too. If only she’d give in….

Where it would stop. "Are you done?" He asked, and his voice brought her back to her senses. She shook her head, trying not to drool on the voice too. "Uhh...sorry, I was.." "It's okay, Jasmine." He smiled, then purposefully let his eyes skim down her face too, stopping right at her pendant. She nodded. "I spaced out." He nodded. He had spaced out on her too. She was...ethereal after all. "That's a beautiful pendant."

Her delicate and small shoulders, her beautiful collarbone that resembled a butterfly, and the curves on every inch of her body was more or less perfect. There were water droplets sliding down her skin. There was beauty in the purity, and it was also very seductive and charming amidst the elegance. It was as sweet as the freshness of a spring flower and the purity of jasmine. Zivon’s eyes went dark. “…” The air fell into a death-like suffocating silence. One second…

Her ruby-red eyes shimmered with both warmth and quiet melancholy. She wore an obsidian-blue gown embroidered with intricate black lace and silver thread. Around her neck rested a simple pink diamond pendant that sparkled softly beneath the lights. White chrysanthemums decorated her flowing hair, adding to her ethereal beauty. Her slender figure moved with effortless grace. It felt as though the heavens themselves had sent a goddess to walk among mortals. Every conversation ceased. The younger nobles stared in open admiration. Several young men forgot to breathe. Even Princess Alicia found herself captivated by Kyra's extraordinary beauty.

After checking my bruised body, I donned the gown I had found outside my bedroom. I knew it was what Vercel had prepared for me. It was an elegant white gown made of silk, hugging my neck and arms conservatively. Yet it accentuated every curve of my body, with a subtle peek of my legs revealed whenever I walked, thanks to the gown’s slit. The dress flowed all the way to the ground. After applying some powder and lipstick and brushing my hair—thank goodness it was healthy, so I didn’t have to stress about styling—I let it fall freely down my back. Then I slipped on a pair of earrings.