Belladonna Rwby Novels & Stories

She leans back, her palms pressing the mattress on either side. “Kill me…and you'll never find it.” “Why are you doing this, Kelly?” I try to remain calm, suppressing my rage. She's not in her right mind, her legit senses. “You're Rizz's twin, and twins always think and behave the same. You fell for her, too. I can see it, Raven Aylestone.” She wasn't wrong. “Kill Aria and take the antidote.” “The Red Ruby is much more powerful. It not only heals a wolf but also gives strength. The antidote can only heal me. I need Aria.”

He roared, his eyes flickering Sliver, she shrieked to a corner, before slowly striding away from the room. Ryder took the sofa close to the bed, his eyes not drifting away from Her, She had scars on her arms which he could tell were as a result of previous contact with wolfsbane, making him curious about the life she's lived. Holding her hands for a while, he could hear Kai's mind link him, hurriedly, he stormed out to the hall. “ Alpha! ”. His beta. Kai Roman bowed and stepped in, his long black hair lingering around his shoulder.

“Her wrist.” Checking her wrists again, there was nothing. No sign of anything that looked even a tiny bit different. Then I see it. A small raised bump just off of her shoulder and as I look at Neah, I see blood leaking from her ears and I already knew what she had been injected with. This could not be happening. Raven quickly draws some fluid out of the small bump. A clear liquid mixed with a little of her blood. “Is that what I think it is?” “Blood of Wolfsbane.”

He should be choosing me. She turned toward the silver vial sitting on the corner of her vanity. Wolfsbane. A bitter, deadly flower, reduced to a few drops of liquid ruin.I got it months ago. It was tucked away in a secret compartment in case of an emergency. And now that moment has arrived. At first I felt scared knowing I am about to kill a child and commit a crime. But then I remember how Gideon’s hand gently held Raven’s arm. I remembered how Leo ran into Raven’s arms.

I felt his eyes, dark and heavy, feeding off my pain. “You expect anything else from a weakling?” Laurene’s voice slithered through the air like poison. The entire diner fell silent. And then— A loud, violent growl. Abaddon moved so fast, I barely processed it. One second, Laurene was smugly nestled against him. The next, his hand was wrapped around her throat. “Say that again,” he said, his voice sharp, inhuman. “And I’ll feed you your tongue.” Laurene gasped, clawing at his fingers, eyes wide with terror.

She saw weapons, sharp looking objects that she'd never thought she would come across in her life. There were two men that sat on one of the black expensive looking sofas, Rain could recognize one of them as Vlad, the man who she pointed a gun at, the second one she could safely assume, was the man who attacked her from behind and ended her farce. She swallowed nervously and felt her body touch the ground gently. Romeo had set her down right next to her brother who’s eyes were open yet he refused to look at her or acknowledge her presence. He had so many bruises on his face and his skin that made her heart ache and her eyes burn with unshed tears.

Kael, behind her, was a bond-presence of controlled amazement. The King was quiet for a moment. Then, with the manner of someone making a decision that cost them nothing to make while appearing to be a concession: "Speak." "The land bond," Lyra said. She kept it clean, kept it factual—Maeve's framework, the language they'd settled on. "When the Crown Prince claimed me, the mate bond activated a form of wolf-native magic that connects to the kingdom's land systems. This is documented in historical records of mate-bond manifestations among high-bloodline wolves." She was careful not to say which bloodline. Not yet. "It's not a hostile activation. It responds to biological need—dying plants, fa

Having to kill our mate broke something inside both of us. Leaving us with little faith in fate and feeling as if the Moon Goddess had cheated us out of our happiness. ‘Arcas’ I called to my beast. I hadn’t spoken his name in many moons. I was met with silence as usual. I reached over to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a bottle of belladonna. It took a lot for me to feel the effects of alcohol, but I liked the taste of it, and belladonna is a sedative herb to us. A drug, so, mixing it in with the bottle, I then proceeded to tip the bottle back and took three big gulps of the heavy, dark rum.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.