Bellatrix Azkaban Novels & Stories

Bellatrix is my slave; my human mate and I wasn’t going to let her go. I’m aware of her position at Nexus Academy, gifted in the art of weaponry but now she was no longer that person. Collaring her solidified that there is no escaping, marked with my name and something else. Flashing the tiny remote in my hand, she reaches over to grab it but it’s futile with her height. “Give it.” She demands. Shivers of delight bleed into my veins at the venom in her eyes, the disdain. “This won’t stop me.” She emphasized, banging her bloody knuckles at the metal.

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

He wanted to torture and scar the human forever. “You”. Azaliah whispered, her voice was trembling. Abaddon released a sick smile. “Angel, I’ve come to embarrass you as you have embarrassed me. And I want my horn back”.

Then Azkia stepped away leaving Bella who was still surprised by Azkia's attitude. All this time Azkia she knew was a weak woman, but in reality, it was just her mask. However, Azkia's warning did not dampen Bella's desire to snatch Deffin to be hers. "See you later," said Bella's heart with a devilish smile. Meanwhile, Azkia stopped her steps after a little distance from the scene earlier. She turned to the bodyguards who followed her. "Don't anyone report the incident to my husband, or I will do something that can get you punished," she.

I asked while I was still holding her collar. “I am Doctor Castelo, and I am your doctor and you are inside the mental hospital” She answered and I let go of her and looked at her without a word. She fixes her collar while still keeping an eye on me. I laughed again. I am inside the mental hospital? Funny. I am not menatlly ill. I don’t have schizophrenia and I am fine.

“He's fine, but he's not here. He couldn't come. You're in another dimension. You're no longer on Earth, honey. I think we're in hell or some hellish dimension. I'm Amara, by the way. Azazel called my boyfriend and me because you disappeared inside the building, and he's unable to get in.” I consider her explanation for a moment. “How did you get in here then? Are you a supernatural too?” Amara nods. “Yeah, I'm a Breija. I can see things through mirrors and project myself through them too. I just need someone's personal belonging to find them. I have a few other powers, but these are the most useful so far.” I nod my head gratified that I'm no longer alone.

Chanting an incantation, a vortex formed in the sky, and a beam of white light descended, enveloping Wilbur. "Light Confinement, kill!" With a swift, forceful grip, Aisha closed her fingers, and the white beam began to contract. Trapped within, Wilbur felt an immense, invisible pressure, as if it would crush him. At that moment, Wilbur understood that if he could not resist this pressure, he would surely die here. Aisha, formerly a high-ranking bishop of the church, now enhanced by dark energy, had become exponentially more powerful.

“It’s so good to see you, mate. When you called, I about fell off my chair. I couldn’t believe it. It’s been so long.” They both pull apart and continue to smile. Azazel simply waves nonchalantly. “You know how it is, mate. Sometimes a bloke needs to lay low. Especially when you live in one place for centuries. I couldn’t believe it when Mathias told me you were here.” Kell clears his throat, reminding them that we’re in the room. He shifts his face as if focusing his non-existent eyes on us. Azazel gestures to us with a wave of his hand. “Sorry, mate. This is Kell Cross and Amara Vega. She’s the Breija Mathias told you about.”

“And now?” “Now,” he says, “she serves her purpose.” I stop breathing. The hall feels enormous and suffocating all at once. Serves her purpose. I taste copper. Sariyah walks past him, satisfied. “Ensure the shackles are reactive,” she says. “If Orion attempts to intervene, I want the response immediate.” “It’s already done,” Azrael replies. “Aggression will trigger internal collapse.” My pulse spikes. Orion. “Lazriel?” she asks.

The court has melted away; only the condemned, the executioner, and the specter of a mother remain. Zayla feels the chill of the corridor in her bones. Her wrists are ringed red where the silver cords burned her, a reminder that even inside the walls of her inheritance, she is a threat to be managed. Beside her, Bella’s jaw is set in a line that could cut glass. The only thing that betrays her twin’s calm is how her pupils flare, tiny blue infernos as they pass each mounted torch. She’s angry, yes, but also afraid.