Beatrice Warrior Nun Novels & Stories

She dodges around the male warrior and the Mane before throwing herself on her knees at my feet, pleading. “Please… Help… Please…” The 4 warriors chasing the small female slide to a stop, surrounding the female on her knees in front of me. I look at Beatrice, who looks beyond pissed as she growls, “I’m sorry, Your Highness. This one is still a little feral. We found her wandering around a few months ago and she is having trouble adjusting, believing that we are holding her prisoner when, in fact, we are only trying to help her…” When I don’t say anything Beatrice, then continues focusing her attention on the warriors.

When its radiance touched her, she knew in an instant that her world would never be the same again if she failed to do something that was integral to any decent human being. *** ‘I have to go back,’ Beatrice said. ‘Are you insane?’ Lucas said. ‘That’s suicide.’ ‘It’s Pontefract,’ Beatrice said. ‘He’s the link between the shaman’s ritual and the magic that’s making the Nazi army invincible. I have to disconnect him.’ But it’s more than that, isn’t it? Beatrice thought. It’s about going back to basics, it was about considering the things that really matter, the things that we take for granted as we go through life.

CORTANA (a.k.a. Christina) POV After I’m fully dressed and most of the bandages are covered by clothing, I turn to Beatrice. I have been so very grateful for her being here. She is one of the kindest women I’ve ever met. Talented too with her first aid care and her ability to cook delicious food over a campfire. But it’s time to cut ties, for now.

Rather than train with the others every morning, we were expected to do the work around the Pack mansion. "What?! Cat got your tongue?! I said, do you understand?!" She yelled at me as her claws dug into my flesh. "Yes Ma'am," I muttered, looking down. I couldn't challenge her—not now—not ever. Beatrice was a woman in her mid-forties and a close friend to Luna Annie. She never missed any opportunity to make my life a living hell. She let go of my shoulders and I headed straight for the stairs. In a few minutes, I was in the kitchen.

Beatrice’s eyes clouded as she spoke. “My husband died many years ago. After he was gone, people turned against me. They said I had mystical powers, that I cursed him, that I brought death to the house. They chased me out. I had no family to defend me, so I came here to the city. I built this little place. I have lived alone since then.” Rina’s throat tightened. “You were cast out. Just like me.” Beatrice gave a faint smile. “Yes. So when I saw you outside, heavy with child, I knew you needed help. I could not leave you in the dark.”

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

“...It’s fine, you go ahead.” She raised her hand to push him away, playfully hitting him in the process. Charlie smiled, the corners of his eyes filled with amusement, “Don’t be polite, if you faint from heatstroke, I’ll carry you.” Candice mouthed two words at him: Shut up. During their conversation, Beatrice seemed like a deaf-mute person who had entered the monastery, walking through four seasons and seeing life from a distance. Charlie picked her up halfway. She just continued to look indifferent, as if in a state of profound detachment.

"So, he cannot save you. He couldn't even save his own stock price. And by the time he figures out you are missing, I will have the cash from Beatrice's offshore accounts, and you will be at the bottom of the river." Beatrice stepped into the light, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked down at my wet boots with a look of pure satisfaction. "You really thought you were part of their world, didn't you, Nichole?" Beatrice asked, with her voice dripping with ice. "You thought wearing a Vance coat made you important. I watched you at the café. I watched you hold that silver drive like a weapon. Look you are just nothing from the south docks. You are an infection in our circle, and I am fi

This proved that these people didn’t deserve to handle the incantation or their treasures. She was also very disgusted by the woman’s peculiar appearance. ‘This damn woman isn’t even human! Yet she has the nerve to say all that to me!’ “Ah, so you’re just some monster. Who gave you the nerve to try and trick us?” Beatrice confidently gloated upon her successful attack. Hence, she decided to fight the woman head-on. She had never been quite sure about her own strength, especially since she’d never fought anyone before. Even though Dorothy had refined her cultivation skills, she just took care of the kids as usual.

I stirred clear of her ever since her obsession with me began. Beatrice has always been an ambitious woman, who craved power. Yet, I never believed she could ever go the length of killing her goddess chosen. I drove back to Waterfall with countless thoughts in my head, Rage was silent the entire time. I needed to figure out when this entire war was going to start and on the other hand, Darren’s proposal was hideous. Going to war with him for the soul of an innocent werewolf, I entirely wished I had another way. Callum had not sent any information or any of my other sources, and I was running out of time.