Ridley From Beautiful Creatures Novels & Stories

Clarissa screamed, stumbling free, while Ridge’s men yanked Honey out of reach and into Julia’s arms. “Got her!” Julia shouted, clutching Honey tight against her chest. Relief flooded me so fast I nearly dropped to my knees. Ryder roared, fury ripping through the hall, but Ridge was already on him. In a blink, he slammed Ryder to the ground, his wolf strength rippling through his human form as the floorboards cracked beneath them. “You wanted war,” Ridge snarled, fist colliding with Ryder’s jaw, the sound sharp and brutal. “You wanted blood. But you’ll never touch what’s mine.”

He smiled, showing her a perfect row of teeth. Alecia’s face warmed. He was not human, probably a beta or something, but there was something about his face and general appearance that seemed trustworthy. “Well….” “Ryder just walked in,” Helen said. The other girls in the group whispered to each other with deep fascination in their eyes. Everyone must be drawn to Ryder “I wonder what he’s up to tonight,” one girl, in a tight, lime green dress said. “Seeking another victim.” Helen focused her attention on Alecia with a sneer in her eyes.

she sobbed, and fell over, curling into a foetal position, clamping her hands between her legs. The other vampires didn’t matter – they faded into the background. Didn’t exist anymore. All that existed was this profound psychic pain, dragging her deeper into the abyss. Someone put a soft hand on her forehead, and she heard a calm woman asking, “What is the matter, child?” Through the tears, she looked up at the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Only one word came to mind. Regal. Dressed in a deep-red gown that set off her olive skin, and dark hair, her soft hazel eyes filled with concern. “My name is Lydia. I’m Rowan’s first wife. Now, why don’t you tell me what you are feeling?”

Ash’s POV Her scent was the first thing that hit me, and I had to stifle a groan when my wolf instantly stood to attention. Her scent was the sweetest thing I’d ever smelled, and it called to me not only on a primal level, but it called to me as a man! Rhea Holliday! Named after a goddess, I well understood why! She was beautiful, with raven black hair and a long slender body, that was made for strength and power. Her beautiful green eyes were almost neon in color and if she had an alter, I would happily worship at it…

she said with a happy sigh. "What a beautiful view!" Rye whispered huskily. His eyes traced the delicate shape of her pert nose and rounded chin. Her luscious lips looked delectable while basking at the golden sunlight. Her curly eyelashes fluttered. "You're not watching the sunrise!" she muttered with a gasp. "Yes. I am complimenting your beauty, my dear Gillian," he murmured gently. "I am not beautiful," she contradicted seriously. "You are the most beautiful woman in my eyes, Gillian. I want to marry you," Rye announced somberly. "Let me make you happy and safe."

Elias’s mouth opened like he might say something more, but a new voice pierced the silence. “I believe congratulations are in order,” a honeyed voice drawled. From the shadows near the head table, Rose Ryder stepped forward. Her golden curls glowed in the firelight. Her red dress clung to her like blood on silk, eyes glinting like a fox who had just devoured a hen. She walked with purpose—past the crowd, past the shocked elders—straight to Elias. He didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t speak. But he didn’t stop her, either.

Clint had put out an ad to fill the positions needed to jumpstart the company, and Adrian was going through resumes that had already been filtered. "Adrian! Let's swim!" Suddenly, Riley stepped out, looking like an angel. She had her golden hair down and wore a white, two-piece, yet conservative, bikini. How she walked and waved at him replayed in slow motion in his mind. Riley simply took his breath away. She looked absolutely beautiful, and with her improved eating and sleeping habits, her radiance had returned. Adrian gulped. He felt his throat become paper-dry. Barely a whisper, he said, "Fuck. I'm doomed."

Ryder stopped her with his hand signal and excused her from his room The person he told to get him information about Aliya finally got back to him, Ryder walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Ryder was very curious about Aliya because he could sense she wasn't someone from the human world and he suspected she was a werewolf that knows about Andra Identity, which is why she is always hanging around Andra. When Ryder got downstairs, he opened the door and the secret agent walked in. They were very happy to see each other again.

Olivia's POV A month had passed since Reed’s death, and today was a day of celebration, joy, and new beginnings. I sat in front of Lidia, watching as she gazed at herself in the mirror. She was breathtaking, wearing a beautiful white dress that made her look like a vision of grace. The dress shimmered in the light, the delicate lace and satin fitting her perfectly, reflecting every bit of joy she held within. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was a certain peace about her now, a calm that I hadn’t seen before.

I said, my voice barely a whisper. Ryder smiled, revealing a flash of white teeth. "Good. Because I can't wait to see you again, my mate." The call ended abruptly, leaving me breathless and with a confirmation that had my jaw hitting the ground. It was impossible. It should be unheard of, but Ryder Caddel was Sylvia Reynolds's mate. I was just an inhabitor of the body. That was why her wolf reached to him first when she fought to bring us back. Goddess, this was surely going to be messy.