Ridley Duchannes Beautiful Creatures Novels & Stories

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

There was no fight in us. She held on to Scarlett's sweater and murmured some things while holding the crystal. She continued until her eyes turned a dull white colour. No glow; her iris just disappeared. "Magic, pleasure, pain, deception, rage, lust, longing, tears, desire, confidence, courage, Midnight, Alpha!" she said, her eyes turning to normal. She gasped and dropped the sweater, trying to catch her breath. "What is it ?" I asked her, and she looked at me.

“Come inside. You both must be exhausted after today.” As they stepped into the large, elegant entrance hall, Aiden felt something strange settle deep in his chest. The floors were polished marble, the walls adorned with tasteful art, and soft lighting gave the entire space a surprisingly warm feel despite its grandeur. His life had changed completely in a single day. He had lost the only home he had ever known, even if it had never truly felt like home. But standing inside the massive DeLuca mansion, surrounded by unfamiliar luxury and the quiet presence of Alexander and his mother, he had a strange feeling that this place might change his life in ways he couldn’t yet imagine.

I stepped closer, looming over him in my full Lycan form, making sure he felt it. “In case you’ve forgotten the rules,” I said, voice low and rough, “all captured females go through registry.” Rhydan pulled a parchment from his coat, holding it between us. “This,” he said, “is proof she belongs to us.” Gadreel didn’t take it, but his eyes scanned the document, stamped by the Crown himself. His jaw clenched, realizing he’d been outmaneuvered. Sparks of magic danced across his skin like lightning. The manticores behind him raised their scorpion tails, poised to strike.

It was nearly midnight, the night sky is so clear that I could almost see every crater. I walked on my balcony , the full moon was gleaming at the surrounding. I remember when I was seven years old my dad always told me a story about the moon. He said that, every time the moon is full, there are creatures that look like a normal person during the day but when the night comes, they turn into a hairy and scary monster. My father also said that during the Lunar eclipse, they completely lose their supernatural abilities and simply returning into their human form. He called that werewolf, a human that turns into a beast at night. I don't know if it's true since it's just an old story of elderly i