Belladonna Book Fanart Novels & Stories

She dared me to stay quiet and I nearly peed in my seat. “T-he… Belladonna. She said I was in contact with the bad guys. And that I should help them sieve them out.” I said in a small whisper. “Ahhh. Belladonna. She’s one of the best. Although she can come off a little broody and very much self-conceited, that's what makes her perfect.” She said almost dreamily and got up, then gracefully stepped out of her seat. She walked to the bookshelf, the sound of her heels against the wood creating an enchanting sound.

Belladonna was already waiting for me, sitting in one of the chairs. She didn't put up her normal drama. She just opened the book and flipped through different designs for me to see. Time was running out. But if there was one thing Raven's Claw pack knew what to do, it was how to throw a party. The decorations were going to be up in seconds, and I knew that much. I ended up picking the first thing on the page, and Belladonna sighed. “You are a mess right now, Ares.” “The pack needs you the most at this point.” With that, she packed the book and placed it on her chest. “And you don't have to worry; I'll be choosing better designs.”

Each day it got worse. A week after the announcement, I fell asleep reading a book Artair had given me. I startled awake in the dark, my skin crawling with that same dreadful sense of danger—only stronger than I ever felt before. Belladonna stood rigid at my feet, fur bristling, teeth bared at the shadows. Something was wrong. Really wrong, I trusted her instincts. She could sense trouble before I ever could. The amount of times we were in the woods and she would appear next to me fur raised teeth bared, was when a big and dangerous beast lurked too close to me.

The diameter of each flower is about ten inches. "Hmm, not bad. Maybe it is enough." Kaleela then give a check on her list, "Okay. So bat's wings is compatible with goblin's teeth. Should I add dandelion's root too? Hmm. How about the pesticide? An ounce of Belladona's powder should be enough." She moves her hand so quickly until her handwritten was unreadable. Her cherry lip grumbling something as if she was chanting some spells. "Meow." A black cat pushed it body to her leg.

I opened the book, and it was another picture of the wolf, but Octavia was beside the wolf. “This looks exactly like you,” I said, shocked. They all gathered around the book. “Wow, that is definitely Octavia,” Lillian said. In the picture Octavia was wearing all black, her wolf stood beside her. They both look so powerful and fearless. “What is this? How is it possible that this lady looks like me?” Octavia asked, equally confused. “I gathered some vital information,” dad said, holding a paper. They went to their seats. “So that person is Bellona and her wolf Zira sh…..” Lillian cut him off.

I say, for him to get over the stupid possessive things I can feel coming out of him and his wolf double. Ragnar steps forward. “Belladonna is the only thing in the whole world for which there is no cure. They make it from grass grown from dead wolves. It's unnatural and the gods can't help it. I am really sorry. “No,” I whisper, a sob breaking from my lips.

He knew it was going to come up one way or another. “The beloved character Evelyn in the book Magnolia snow is an artist. The way her art is described bears a deep resemblance to KL’s art. It comes up a lot within the fandom and author of the book admitted to me that the art described in her book was inspired by KL’s,” Wess explained. “That means the fandom will gather through the animation and funnel to the game, you will get numbers.” Michael said, nodding deeply. “Yes. We have several collaborations planned with the artist, we are looking into trying to convince her to do an exhibit, but that is really hard,” Wess said.

Boxes appeared from cupboards. Folders emerged from shelves. Sketchbooks surfaced from places she'd forgotten existed. Soon the living room floor disappeared beneath years of artwork. Sophie sat cross-legged among the chaos. "Wow." Jessica looked up. "What?" "You really don't see it, do you?" Jessica frowned. "See what?" Sophie held up a sketchbook. Pages filled with charcoal drawings. People. Faces. Emotion. Pain. Beauty. Stories. "You." Jessica laughed. "That's not me." "It absolutely is."

I had figured that demons were more isolated creatures and it only made me more curious about them. The room was massive in a rectangular shape to fit the table and filled with numerous paintings and art, all different depictions of the underworld. Some had gore and torture painted, another one appeared to be of Adam and Eve and the serpent that convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit, the largest of the paintings was on the longest wall of the room and it looked to be of a war. Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers.

Belladonna folded her arms across her chest, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. She kept her eyes trained away from the paintings pasted on the walls. They were her's and Eli's. Very intimate paintings. It gave her mixed feelings to be back in here after everything that had happened. Lunch was in a couple of hours, she intended to miss it. She didn't feel hungry, all she could feel was impatience. She couldn't wait for the Blood Moon to finally be here, she couldn't wait for everything to be over, also she couldn't wait for Eli to finally tell her what he had called her here for.