Bellatrix Bandit Novels & Stories

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

she murmured, “If you ask nicely.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, but Dante didn’t move away. He leaned in instead, so close she could see the flecks of silver threaded in his irises. “You think you’re holding the gun, Miss Bellamy,” he said softly, “But every bullet in the chamber has my name on it.” Valentina’s smile sharpened, a mix of allure and challenge. “Then you’d better pray I don’t like pulling the trigger.” For a moment, the room held its breath. The men outside, the diamonds below, the city itself—it all seemed to be still, waiting to see who blinked first.

He traced the device upward, passing her waist, her chest, until the sensor tip hovered exactly three centimeters away from her collarbone. The amber light on the screen turned a blinding, furious crimson. The digital frequency counter locked onto a highly encrypted, military-grade spread-spectrum band: 433 MHz. "Dante?" Isabella murmured, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the bleeding red light of the scanner. "What is that?" "The diamond leash," Dante said, his gravelly baritone dropping into a flat, terrifyingly level whisper that sent a chill straight down her spine. "It’s not jewelry, Isabella. It’s an active transmitter."

That had been two years ago, and I had grown the club substantially, so I was damned if I was going to let that little Russian tigress's father sell me out to the feds. She was going to learn a hard lesson, and it was going to be my pleasure to give it to her. In the compound car park, around twenty of my men waited with their Harleys primed and ready to ride. 'The Bratva Princess thinks she can outrun us guys.' I said and smiled at the angry growls that replied. 'Let's show that little tigress that the Oasis Bikers never lose a prisoner.' They all cheered and stamped their feet, but I held up my hand for silence.

"Come on, we're all going to meet back in the waiting area. Keep an eye on things from there." And so we sat, watching worried relatives come and go. I wished there was something more I could do, but there was nothing. Any help I could offer to those who had been bitten would come later, when I could let them know that I they had a friend who understood and would listen. "Man, this is boring." Tyler (I'd learned his name) stretched his arms above his head, a frustrated expression on his face. "Our orders are to stay here until Jonas tells us otherwise." Mark seemed to be the designated leader of the four, and the one who made sure we all remembered the rules.

Mar turned in mid air and landed next to the sniper. “You dare ignore me?!” hissed Venet as he sent a volley of sharp winds towards the two. “Vortex round!” Lilith cried, slamming a red bullet into her rifle in record speed and blasting it at the pissed out mage. A flaming vortex shot out of her weapon, getting bigger at it made its way towards Venet. It engulfed the wind he aimed at the two and got even bigger. The viper cursed as he jumped out of the way, only to see Mar standing right where he landed. Mar quickly jabbed the crest upon his chest, sending him hurling to the ground, his token in pieces.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

She wondered but he was long gone. Diablo walked down the stairs but rather than going through the clustered bodies, he turned to his right, walking to the far end of the room. There were many couples making out in the semi dark hallway but they weren’t his business and he seemed to have in mind where he was going. He opened a door and was outside in a dark alley, he brought out his phone and dialed a number but the person wasn’t answering. He dialed again and right waiting for the person to answer, he heard a commotion inside and turned in speed to the door, bending over immediately to duck a bullet sent at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling out his sliver

Agent Drake rubbed Agent Martinez on her back when her giggling caused her to cough. “So your daughter loves the boy band BTS!?” The gunman shouted out through his booming Texas drawl, startling Agent Martinez and Agent Drake. The terrorist couldn’t wait to interrupt their conversation. “All the members in that boy band are dead, aren’t they? It is incredible how Counterfeit technology can revive the living. I heard Counterfeit people don’t like it when you call them a machine. Counterfeit people think of themselves as being human, since they can reproduce and have babies and families like us. They’re our creation. You think they might take over the world?” The gunman stared fiercely at Agen