Belladonna Book Fanart Novels & Stories

“Emotionally unpack. Right now, my brain is 80% adrenaline and 20% homicide.” “Same,” I say. “We’ll… get there. One thing at a time.” She nods and disappears again. Bella steps into the room and sets one of the blankets at the foot of my bed. “I drew something on the road,” she says, a little shy, like she’s offering a gift she’s not sure I want. “For you.” She holds out the sketchbook. On the page, in quick, sure lines, is the cart. The road. Three women—tiny, simple figures. One at the front, head high. Two behind, one gesturing wildly, the other half‑turned like she’s watching both the road and the place they left.

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

Kick. “Stop! That’s enough!” Illumi growled. Edith grunted in frustration, kicking Carys madly in her ribs for one last time. Coughing out blood, Belladonna looked at me, her eyes glowing in a color I couldn’t even comprehend. Her eyes wavered. She was slowly losing consciousness. A bitter restlessness poured like lava in my chest. Belladonna’s bruised and bleeding lips trembled. Her voice came out lower than a whisper, barely audible to the others, but I heard it clear in my head.

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

It was… "A circle of roses, bleeding. A silver crown pierced by thorns. A pair of red, slitted eyes above a mouth full of fangs. And in the center— A girl. Barefoot. Pale. Hands outstretched. Eyes wide. Offering." It had spilled out of me in a trance at home. I didn’t remember sketching it. Didn’t even choose the colors. My brush had moved like it remembered something I didn’t. “You sure you’re okay?” Lila asked, her voice softer now. “This isn’t just dark, Bella. It’s… haunting.”

"Yeah. But you're killing the cat in me right now." Jessy flashed a ghost of a smile. "Nah. I don't think so." Jessy then pulled out a necklace with a butterfly pendant made of gem, probably an amethyst, out of her hoodie's pooch. In the middle of the pendant was a reddish liquid in a tiny vial. "Here's a gift from me," Jessy said, placing the necklace in my hand. "Oh, no I can't accept that. I got nothing to give you anyway—"

She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

After hearing my answer it flapped its wings and flew into the room Milia went in. A little while later Milia came back in with a lapis colored charm in the shape of a star. “Here.” She placed it on the table, “That will help.” Her voice was unenthusiastic compared to before, “If you need to draw out more power from it you can break it, but that will work only once.” She leaned in closer, “After which you’ll lose the whole power of it.’ I nodded, “Thank you.” I stood up to leave.

What the hell was that? Oh, Lord what had come over her? She splashed some water on her face and then she came back to her senses. She realized it was as a result of the books she read last night else why would she have such lewd dreams about Zephyr? Bellona put all those thoughts behind her and quickly got ready and left the house. Not forgetting to take the books along with her. She would return them back to Jane. When she reached Antonio's pack, she met him and Nimue having tea on the balcony as usual.

She stepped aside; her eyes held pity for me. I gave her a nod and stepped out of her room. Later that evening, I returned to the library with purpose. I hurriedly scanned the shelves for any book with botanical knowledge, and luckily, I found one. It had a faded green cover titled 'Botanica Obscura: The paralytics'. I pulled it out, my trembling wet fingers swiped through the pages until I stopped on a drawing of a delicate flower with jagged petals and veined leaves: Atropa belladonna.