Wicked Beauty Novels & Stories

Calleb saw that Accashia and Luntian were seeing the same thing as well. The Wicked Witch of the Eastern forest of Shaldan. Ursula. Arrogant and all, she slowly walked towards the beast, raising her hand and the beast calmed down on her command. On her whim. Her purple and black eyes studied Calleb intently. A smile graced her lips, a smile that was not warm or welcoming. This woman had an Ethereal look on her face. Deep purple and black eyes, glossy skin and was youthful. Artificial, false and very deadly.

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

It wasn’t that bad compared to getting locked up witht he lycans, but still, I can’t help but feel like I became a sacrificial lamb for enduring so much for the werewolves. “At least you’re famous!” Celine did not miss an opportunity to gaslight a traumatic event for me in a positive manner. She throws an arm around my shoulder. Her loud laughter covering up the awkwardness that my previous statement left. “Most of the civilians feel more at ease when you are around. I don’t know about the whole werewolf undercover thing, but I can summarize that you are a newcomer for them, right?” She did not allow me to respond before she continues. “You’re the new girl and you are more famous than any o

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

"This is nice, isn't it? Me and you, alone in nature?" "You just ripped my dress to shreds and we're crammed between two freaking bushes. This isn't nature and there's nothing nice about it. Also, I don't even know you, but I'm pretty sure you're a crazy person." A crazy person that smells fantastic and happens to be absurdly gorgeous. A crazy person with a sculpted body and the power of a demi-god. "Still, I like the smell of the greenery, and you do have some rather fetching assets."

"Ain't she like a goddess?" Gavin followed his gaze and his interest was piqued upon seeing the last masked woman coming out from backstage. Even with the flickering lights, he could tell that she had a fair complexion and indeed, her presence alone was something worth noticing. But then, he cocked his head to the side and closely observed her. He watched her take the center pole and even though she was wearing a pair of red high heels, she could still manage to dance quite elegantly around the pole with ease.

“She is the answer.” “What do you mean?” Damian felt uneasy upon hearing Evenora’s words. “This woman here is the first witch. She is the best of the best, the strongest, the one who has control over everything. Once before, us witches even have a land for ourselves, it was the land she had concurred and all humans respected us.” Damian was still unsettled and he knew it was because the woman in the painting had the same exact face as Belle. “But as beautiful as she is, she is also greedy,” responded Evenora. “She believed she has everything in control and she did. But she forgot that once she died, no one can exert the same control as she does.”

Any object that charms or dreams Gets its clarity from women; The white pearl, without Eve, Without you, my proud beauty, Resembling, all ugly, To my love that flees from you, Is no more than the disease Of a beast in the night A POEM BY VICTOR HUGO naked woman, black woman Dressed in your color which is life, in your form which is beauty I grew up in your shadow; the softness of your hands blindfolded my eyes And now, in the heart of summer and noon, I discover you, Promised land, from the top of a high charred pass And your beauty strikes me right in the heart, like the lightning of an eagle

Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants. As we neared, I spotted three of my strongest wolves standing guard. I nodded in silent approval as they stepped aside to let me into the cabin. A young woman rose as I entered, turning towards me. I took a moment to study her - long raven colored hair, high cheekbones, porcelain skin and a killer body. She was beautiful in a way that was meant to stun and seduce, but I was willing to bet an arm that that wasn’t what she really looked like. Underneath that glamour spell, she could be a seventy year old with false teeth.