Bellatrix Bandit Novels & Stories

Bella does not doubt that these twelve people are dragons. But they look like goons, with dirty clothes and greasy hair. Their teeth are yellow and almost all of them are missing a tooth or two. "Who are they?" Bella asked the goddess. "They are like the thieves of the dark realm. We call them bandits. They will do almost anything for money. Their dragons are not powerful, but their human body is. If they wanted to attack a village, they will release a gas-like thing, which will not allow the dragons in the village to shift from their human self to a dragon. These Bandits take that as an advantage and will attack the village when they become vulnerable after breathing in the gas" the goddess

The echo of dripping water from a loose tap filled the silence, and Bella's reflection in the mirror looked almost ghostly beneath the harsh light. An uneasy weight settled in her chest. Her pulse quickened for no clear reason, a warning whispering from deep inside her. Something's wrong. Unbeknownst to her, one of Riven's top men — a shadow among shadows — crouched silently in the farthest stall. His presence was like the faint shift of air before a storm. They called him Bullet Man, not for his speed alone, but for how cleanly he struck — swift, precise, and without trace.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

Alpha Blake smiles proudly, nodding his head as she walks away. I whistle, nodding my head. "That's a beauty right there," I say, referring to the rifle. "Yup. She always goes for the best toys. Well, I guess if we're ready then, let's roll out." alpha Blake says as Beta Tyler straps more ammo cartridges on his side pockets and grabs his own rifle, shotguns, and a 9mm berretta on his side holster. He then turns, throwing a change of clothes, along with a best and belt for my weapons. "Best to hurry, alpha Lucian. No time to waste."

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Many young girls came to the cafe just to meet and play with that baby. Well no doubt he was cute. “So, what did you find out from the men in the basement?” Yohan asked, “You gave the blonde one some first aid, I wonder why?” I stared at the USB on the table between us that Yohan had brought with him, “According to that blonde we all-” I pointed towards myself and then at Yohan, “-Especially dad were all underground dealers.” “I see, what about the other one?” “He didn’t open his mouth but the blonde one already confessed that he didn’t shoot Maya, he was there for you and only had silver bullets.” I looked at Yohan grimly, “He’s from a pack that has weak defenses.”

“ Bellamy said and tightened her fists choking her in the process. " Please... Please... I'm .... Dying.. “ Beatrix said in difficulty. Bellay used her powers to toss her like a ball and she hit her hard on the wall. " Are you okay Bastian?" Bellamy asked. “ I'm fine. I owe you once again. " “ She's not the first one who came here unannounced. Something's fishy. " “ It is. " “ Well this is all your fault for always fucking around, now they think they have an advantage over you. "

It glinted in the light, a symbol of broken promises, before landing on the disheveled bed where their betrayal had unfolded. My piercing gaze remained fixed on it. "Consider it your reward for a game that you played so well," I stated, the bitterness in my voice seeping through every word. "And, well done, Leila. It seems you have found your perfect match," my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional st

Not that I wouldn’t be tempted to do the same to her. At a red light, I slammed the brakes and grunted. No. Not even for her could I break my vow of never physically harming a woman. I glanced back at Natalia, softly snoring and drooling over my plush leather seat. Light graced her face, flashing on and off with the rhythm of the traffic signals. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. But I knew what a bitch she could be. The light turned green and I revved the engine, telling myself not to get tangled up in her looks or her lies. She’d no doubt tell me whatever it was she thought I wanted to hear to let her go.

Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body. “Jamal can you see this? These men are from the Colombian cartel.” “Yes they are.” Jamal replied in agreement. There was a rap on the van’s door, which Jamal opened to let Maggie and Justin in. “SWAT team are few minutes out.” Maggie announced immediately she entered the cramped vehicle. Looking at his wrist watch, Bryan saw that the time was 7:25am. “Since the men are already set, it’s safe to assume that the handoff will happen in the next five minutes. Put on your bullet proof vests and get your firearms.”