Annabel Lee Novels & Stories

★★★ DATTSON'S MANSION★★★ Annabel was watching korean movies with her parents when Romona matched in like a raging bull. " Mom!! Dad!!!" Romona yelled. " Your bags has been packed just go pick it up and leave" Annabel said not taking her eyes off the television. " Am definitely killing all this people here today. God please accept their soul" Romina prayed before charging towards them with full force. Annabel noticed her coming and started running.

Suerinity has always been one to believe in mates. She believes the goddess will fate you with someone who would hold you forever, to love you at your best, and worship you at your worst. When Suerinity got rejected by her first mate, Harris, she felt as if it would be the end of the world for her. Anger and pain consumed her when she saw her supposedly soulmate in a bed with another she-wolf. The bond between the two was severed and Suerinity embraced the pain it came with. Suerinity had a moment of weakness upon losing a mate. She blamed herself for not being enough and for being different. She loathed herself for some time until the day came she would decide for herself to finally m

For some reason it was still raining outside, and she became worried that the people of her pack were going to have their houses flooded. Scarlett thought about the fact that Annabel would destroy anyone to be an Alpha or Luna. If only she knew that being a Luna was not all fashion, games and barking out orders. That there's so much to be done. But anyway, when has Annabel ever been interested in doing things the right way? Freestyling and recklessness were her forte, and she would definitely watch the entire pack burst into flames and burn to nothingness, before she would spend any resource for anybody but herself and the pursuits that bring her most pleasure. A total hedonist; here for fun

It was unbelievable to see him looking so calm and devoted to Layla. And she wondered, 'Is Riftan also like this to his mate?' Lost in thought, she didn't notice Layla staring intently at her until she felt her gaze. She looked back at Layla and smiled sweetly. "Hello my dear. I'm so glad to see you awake", she said softly. Layla who wasn't used to being around strangers lowered her eyes and turned towards Riven. Her lips parted and she whispered, "Who is she?" Without waiting for Riven to respond, Annabelle answered. Her heart pounded within her in anxiety. How would Layla react? "I am Annabelle Hale, the last pure blooded Sorceress. And... and I am your mother"

Anger surged within her, fueled by the pain of loss and the searing hatred that had driven her to such extreme measures. As she reached a secluded place, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, Carla sank to her knees. The moon cast a soft glow on her tear-stained face, and the shadows seemed to dance around her, mirroring the turmoil within. Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo.

“You’re a funny one.” At first, I couldn’t make sense of the video. I leaned in, squinting, trying to understand what was happening. It showed a room, an empty room. On second look, it looked exactly the same as this room, with some furniture changed. After a few seconds, Annabelle walked in, dressed in a fluffy gray bathrobe, drying her hair off and humming a tune. “What is this?” I asked, turning to her. “The truth.” She placed a hand on the top of my head and turned my head back to the laptop. “Continue watching.”

Fe Galo. Every angle. Every leverage point. Nothing hasty. No misstep. Precision, always. And the one I cannot forget: Annabelle.

My body collapsed onto the cold floor, unable to carry the weight of its own suffering. Anabelle leaned down, her eyes low and venomous. “Your wounds are going to fester if they stay open like that, you know?” she whispered. “You don’t even have the strength to scream. No food. No water. Just pain. Until the end.” She stood up, the hem of her luxurious dress dragging across the filthy floor, stained with my blood. “And if by some miracle you survive...” she turned back with a wicked smile, “you’ll be executed. In public. In front of everyone. But not before I crush you one last time.”

“Touch it.” I can’t stop myself. Green light floods the room, filling my vision. All I can see is the rose and all I hear is the music as my pointer finger stretches. I just… want to feel it–the cold metal–the gift left by a mother I never knew but desperately miss. The music rushes through my ears as my finger brushes over a single, golden thorn. “Yes… yes… do it!” “MAXIANA!” Annabel screams my name as the thorn bites into my skin. The room spins before going an inky, dark, black.

EZRA I hated this. I hated having to be reminded of my past and the feeling that comes with the remembrance of it and that’s all Annabelle had done since she woke up: remind me of Melucia. It was strange because the two women were the direct opposite of each other. Where Melucia had dark hair and dark eyes, Annabelle was sandy blonde with forest green eyes. Melucia had been at least six feet and she had an air of authority around her that even her captivity had not been able to squash. Annabelle was five-six and she carried herself well and walked like she own the fucking world. She was all roses and fucking sunshine.