Beatrice In The Divine Comedy Novels & Stories

Yet nothing could be done until the Incorruptible Heart was in its true domain, and Beatrice relived the moment when she was allowed an instant of insight, just enough for her to save her friend by leaping into the dark, where her nemesis waited like a hungry predator. Then the huge, malicious roar of frustration as Beatrice was snatched from space before she could be consumed by The Darkness, and brought to The In-between. “It manipulates everything,” she said with quiet anger. “Not everything,” the man said. “Just the things affiliated with you, Bringer of Joy. It needs you impotent. Had you been drawn into its domain as it intended, it would have had the upper hand, and all would have bee

“Very well, do you want me to educate you?” “Educate?” “Yes, just a simple fact that you are too blinded to see, proud and mighty that you fail to understand. Your foolishness and one hell of big pride make you HIS little toy and currently is being played for.” The facts that Beatrice doesn’t want to believe, her prideful heart, and her all-known identity couldn’t be a lie. For she is like HIM, the Supreme One’s darkness, yet.

she chokes out. Thalia looks like she’s going to go for another strike. But she doesn’t get the chance. Because my mother arrives. Beatrice doesn’t storm in. She appears—like smoke or a shadow pulled by rage. Her hair’s windswept, her body smeared in ash, and her eyes—gods, her eyes. They’re glowing gold. Nyx is awake. Beatrice doesn’t speak. Doesn’t demand answers. She just looks at the scene: Aria bleeding. Me cut and shaking. Thalia, still standing.

It wasn’t just her hair that had slipped, it was her composed mask, too. “I’m not obsessed with food.” Just your mouth and, for that matter, the rest of you! Switching off the inner commentary, but not before the guilty color had rushed to her cheek, Beatrice dropped her gaze to her hands clasped in her lap. “A person,” I came back confidently, “Is only obsessed by what they are deprived of.” Beatrice’s head came up. “What do you mean by that? I’m not deprived of anything!” she yelled, her defensive voice bouncing off the high ceiling.

Elena said. Beatrice rose smoothly to her feet. “You have always been intelligent. That is not new.” Elena’s voice remained calm. “Neither is your ability to redirect.” Beatrice stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on Elena’s arm. The gesture was familiar. Comforting. Elena did not pull away, but she did not soften either. “My dear,” Beatrice said, “you are chasing ghosts. Paper ghosts. They will not give you peace.” “Why are you afraid of my questions,” Elena asked.

Beatrice was painful at how her sister treated her just because of wanting a guy that wasn’t her. How can she be so vicious and look meek at the same time? She was so cunny like a snake under the green grass, which you won’t identify from the green grass. She increased her pace so she would unhex Logan before it would be dark completely. It was already getting dark. Then something came to her mind. What will she tell Logan when she hands over the remedy to him? What would be his responses? Will he believe her when she tells him about his hexing? Most people who were hexed never knew that they were. Most of them never feel the weakness and the pain they displayed.

His rich pine scent melted perfectly into her crisp, herbal fragrance as the mating bond flared to life between them, wrapping them in a deep, steady warmth. Right at that moment, Beatrice was walking down the corridor toward the master suite when she ran straight into Beata, who was rushing out of the room with a bright red face. Beatrice gave her a gentle scold. "What's the frantic rush for? Watch your step, you don't want to disturb Alpha Lance and Luna Adelaide while they're winding down." Beata bit her lip, throwing a quick, lingering glance back at the bedroom door before keeping her head down and hurrying away.

Beatrice POV "Where are you going?" "I can't possibly stay here again. I have to go," I have to leave a trace of my whereabouts so that he cannot follow me. I will fight alone everything from the start. If later I succeed, I will take what I have ever had. My head is a little dizzy. I was tired of surviving and his actions endangered my fetus. "But where are you going, you're not- Bea!" I came out of her house and vomited. My stomach hurts and my body is weak. My feet and hands tremble. I remembered that I hadn't eaten yet. I was too sad over my loss but I forgot that I only had your child in my body.

I burst through the healer’s gates, nearly tearing them off the hinges, and Beatrice was already there, like she felt it in her soul. “What happened?!” she cried, rushing over. “She fell into the water, something was in it… poison, maybe magic. I don’t know,” I breathed, falling to my knees, not caring about anything else but getting her help. “She’s not breathing right.” Beatrice’s face twisted in horror as she shouted for her herbs and assistants. “Lay her down, now, and hold pressure on her chest. If you love her, don’t let her soul drift!”

“I am not Mane for no reason and I am not stupid when it comes to my daughter and after what she set Elizabeth up for and now with you here it all makes sense.” Beatrice gets to her feet and walks over to the cabinet in the corner. She opens it and pulls out 2 small scotch glasses, placing them on the pullout drawer before then reaching back into the cabinet and pulling out a decanter of orange liquid. She pours some into each glass, returns the decanter and then picks up the glasses as she walks back over, handing one to Graves. They both down the orange liquid in one before Beatrice says,