Bellatrix Bandit Novels & Stories

But Mandy met her end instead. Victor smiled and moved to the final display. This time, he removed the cover slowly—dramatically. “This,” he said, pausing for suspense, “is the new frontier. We named it Virexil-B—a biotech weapon designed to erase entire structures silently. Once exposed to air, it spreads like a sentient acid—melting steel, concrete, and all living things until nothing remains. It's not a bomb. It's smarter—cleaner, and completely untraceable. Perfect for those who wish to cripple a nation without firing a single bullet.”

My father places a hand on his shoulder giving it a small squeeze. The low Growl of approval that comes from Saint as Bellatrix comes into view. Her long wavy hair is pulled over one shoulder. The pink dress is a sparkly beaded dress with a slit that ends mid thigh revealing her long legs and high silver heels. Saint looks stunned as she comes down towards him, I snicker as he is lost for words making my father nudge me. Bellatrix smiles as she gets to him her tattoo runes on her arms shimmer the magic clearly reaching for him. Finally Saint finds his voice as he slides an arm around her waist pulling her to him. Eventually he manages to tell her how amazing she looks, making her cheeks heat

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."

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.

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.

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

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.