Mysterious Beauty Novels & Stories

So, I was sitting alone, nursing my coffee like a proper sad little loner, when suddenly my nose was filled with the most delectable scent. Violet and vanilla… instantly my wolf was bouncing around within my mind, and he was normally well away in the land of nod until training began at this point of the day, but this scent had us both on the edge of our seat… my eyes darted to the door… that scent was not one that was usually within our pack… and I noticed a slim, beautiful young she-wolf walk through the double doors. Dressed in a cute little outfit. Very modern and fashionable, no doubt. Her long, dark hair slicked back into a high ponytail, which only went to show off the beauty of her fa

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Grayson Hudson had first laid eyes on the blond woman at the police award ceremony that was held at the Vintage, the medal adorned the neck of an absolutely beautiful woman, he had never seen such beauty since his mother had passed on eleven years ago. He had been so mesmerized by her, he could not stop his gaze from drifting back to her. She had been dressed in black, which made her hair stick out more, such a contrast from the rest of her clothing, it flowed down her back in waves. Her lips had been tainted a deep shade of red. She had been extremely pale as compared to his tanned self.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

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

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

Her wavy brown hair flowed down her shoulders, framing her face in a natural expression of beauty. With light makeup, her features were accentuated, allowing her inner radiance to shine through. And when she smiled, it felt like a moment of pure enchantment, as if time itself paused to highlight it. But it was her eyes, those mesmerizing grey-blue orbs, that truly took my breath away. As our eyes locked, everything stood still. I felt a deep connection as if her beauty surpassed every earthly standard. She was truly a masterpiece. Every curve and detail whispered tales of perfection.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi