Beldam Origin Novels & Stories

It was only when she was given a mission to slay demons that she would leave the sect. This was why she would only create illusions during sword dueling or while on her way to a fight. She would occasionally fight a couple of monsters that left a deep impression on her. The Enchantment Sword Formation was one of her best moves. Even the mural from before was her handiwork. A wave of commotion was suddenly felt coming from the barrier. Sentry was seen appearing next. "Is that you, Belle Sadler?" he shouted agitatedly. "How did you know my surname is Sadler? Belle? That's not my name. I'm Bella." Bella was astonished that Sentry was able to break through her barrier. It surprised her even furt

Tyndale said. Lady Melo turned to him, clearly evoked by his words. "Pillage all the villages you want Tyndale but don't you dare come close to mine!" she answered back, her eight generals nodded in agreement. Flower Garden was a village created by Lady Melo, an all-female society constituted by slaves and mistreated women Lady Melo rounded up under her protection. She was the founder and chief of the village, starting off as a Flame of the Temple, a class under the monk in the Forgotten temples of south Angus. Fed up with male supremacy holding her down she sought a new path which led her to the Master Heads and now there she was, set to attack the capital.

I started observing his reaction. “Go on…” he chuckled. I couldn't tell for certain, yet I didn't think he took my words seriously. I took a deep breath knowing it would take much more to convince him. “In my previous life my name was Immara Nemes… at some point Immara Nemes Borda, the Grand Duchess Borda. I was a powerful witch and a wife of the Grand Duke Jadiel Borda, who also had a demon's seal. From my visions I know Immara was trying to break the seal and was quite close to achieve her goal. Unfortunately, later she ended up burning at the state, without having an ounce of magic inside her body…”

After much petitioning, he was finally granted it. When he reached the village just below the castle, he was horrified by the stories that were told to him. After much searching and digging of information, he was finally able to discover the fate of his one true love. She’d joined the ranks of hundreds of other virgin women and become the victim of the cruelty of the Bloody Countess. She’d become the victim of her own mistress, Countess Bethany; a woman who was obsessed with youth and beauty and drained the blood of young virgins for drinking and bathing because she believed that this would prevent her from losing her all too precious youthful appearance.

she whispered. Vincent appeared shaken. "That...shouldn't be possible." Her mother took a step back, her eyes wide. The red-masked man of the tribunal bowed his head. “She returns,” he whispered. Camela rose to her knees. "Who is she?" The figure on the throne lifted a hand. Long fingers adorned with a single ring on the middle finger—black, old, and familiar. Her voice echoed throughout the entire room. "I'm the Original Bride." Camela felt a chill run through her veins. She tried to say something, but no sound escaped her lips.

“You promised me you’d stay. Don’t break it now.” ⸻ Third Person POV At the corner of the hall, Luna Stella and Ashiel’s mother, Bianca, peered around the wall, watching the scene unfold. “I haven’t seen Damien that scared since he was a kid,” Bianca whispered. “The boy must be his mate… but how?” Stella muttered, narrowing her eyes. “The goddess gave him a second mate,” Bianca said flatly. “Bella will have to work harder to steal him away.” “Damien is meant for Bella. Nothing will change that.”

Velda sneered, "Why should we avoid her? My merits were hard-earned. What is she?" "What are you planning to do, Velda?" Ulrik asked. "I won't do anything." Velda said and turned to leave. Ulrik's nose twitched, but he sensed no pheromone fluctuations. However, three days later, discontent began to spread among the wolf warriors who had come to support the southern border with Ulrik. Rumors about Adelaide spread like an epidemic through the camp. The warriors gnashed their teeth and whispered that Alpha Bentley's daughter had become a Silver Claw Gamma, relying on her father and brothers' merits, without ever participating in a formal battle.

“Are you sure?” “Yes!” Belladonna said with more certainty, as she ran her fingers through her silver hair. “I saw her.” A moment of silence passed between them. “Tell me everything else you know about this Bearer.” “I didn't know her for long, she was irrelevant.” Belladonna scoffed. “Well, not anymore.” Alaris seemed to be in agreement and he obviously hated that. “Let us start from the most significant connection you think you might have had with her, besides the fact that she was once the Bearer of the Life Gem, one that is a pair to yours.”

"Since the alliance is set, stop playing hard to get." I glanced down at the ring. It was crudely made, with a flicker of weak magic. "As my bride-in-name-only, try not to embarrass me." "Delia is the only partner you truly recognize, isn't she?" I looked up at him. Damon smiled, smug. "Of course. She is pure and innocent. Not like some people, always scheming." He gave me a warning look. "You dare to harm her, and I will make you pay."

Autumn’s voice cracked, “For a week now, I’ve seen the same dream. A man calls me his wife. He’s cold. Dangerous. I’m terrified.” The priestess placed her hands on Autumn’s temples. “Because he was your husband… in a life you no longer remember.” The torches dimmed. Light shimmered in a glowing circle around them. Visions began to swirl like mist, and the past unfolded before their eyes. Flashback Her name had once been Bella—an omega born under a rare celestial sign, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. It was said Bella’s soul held a power unlike any other, a divine light meant to balance darkness.