Bellatrix Books Novels & Stories

I was just about ready to step out from behind the screen when I heard a distinct growl from up above and sure enough looking up I saw her angry face and felt the piercing glare as the High Priestess did not hold back her growl as she looked down at me. “Look at you, you look like a whore with your new curves. It's disgusting. You’re disgusted with your half-colored hair. I detest you!” “That is quite enough from you Melina,” Sarah yelled back at her. “What say do you think you have here you a red demon? You should leave before I destroy you!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and I could see her grip on the balcony railing. “Destroy me? Oh my dear that is something I would like to see.”

Not that we’d do anything bad, except for what my uncle had instructed me to do earlier. Bellatrix and I inspected every corner of his office. He even had a bunch of books near his desk. I had no idea he was fond of books from various genres. "Maddox is really something, huh? I’m truly impressed with him. So, what's the story with you two?" she beamed, nudging me with her shoulder. "You know I’m observant, and I saw how he looked at you earlier. Spill the tea!" she snapped, grinning mischievously. This girl is so cringy.

Once again, I was in awe of the underworld. The archives were set up like a vast library, similar to the one Belle was obsessed with in Beauty and the Beast. The shelves started six inches off the ground and went until they reached the vaulted ceiling. Each bookcase had ten frames, and the bookcases were lined up side by side from one long wall to the next. Each shelf was lined with leather-bound books; glancing at them; I could tell they were arranged by title and publication date. The titles of the books were written in a language I couldn't decipher. Still, Samael seemed to know what he was doing as he walked to the far right corner of the library, grabbed one book, and then went to the o

I stared at the mural on the ceiling, watching the angels that hovered protectively above. I circled my hand around the cross and began to pull. The beads slowly popped out of his tight hole, one at a time. ‘Dear God!’ he groaned. He slammed hard into me, shoving me up the table, and I yanked hard on the beads. His cock throbbed inside me and he groaned again, this time with his hands buried deep in my hair. He kept coming as I slid the rosary out. Father Gabriel seemed to hold his breath for an eternity, and then he sucked in great breaths of air and collapsed on top of me.

Elena’s voice echoed again in her mind: “Confront the truth, no matter how ugly.” Bella swallowed the lump in her throat and turned toward the nearest shelf. There was a subtle groove along the edge—a mark she’d never noticed before. She pressed the card against it. A faint click broke the silence. Then a low hum, soft but unmistakable, as a section of the bookshelves began to shift backward. The sound was masked easily by the city’s endless hum outside, but to Bella it felt deafening. The ten-foot wall of books moved away from her, revealing a narrow passage. Cold light spilled from inside, sterile and metallic.

She asked, picking up one of the books and dusting the cover. "I do but those aren't mine. They were left by the previous owner," I said, grabbing two bowls from one of the pantries. "What are they about?" "There's some brilliant classics in here," She exclaimed, tracing her fingers over the spines of each book. "Bronte, Austen, Wilde." She named off a few authors. "Oh," She let out, pulling out one of the books at the bottom of the stack and walking over to me. "They've even got some of Freud's philosophies. Here- listen."

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

“Oh, go to hell.” “Already have,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t care for it.” Elara’s hands curled into fists. She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to calm down. “What do you know about the thing in Sector Zero?” she demanded. Alexander’s head tilted ever so slightly. “Less than I’d like. More than you’re ready to accept.” “This again?” “You aren’t stable.” “You don’t get to decide that for me.” He stepped closer. Too close. She backed up until the edge of Damien’s bed touched the back of her legs.

"We are allowed to open the letters but only for terrenes. Terrenes are the only entities in this universe who do not possess the capability to see the rest of us—although few can—so we have to open it for them. Still, the same rules apply; heralds will never know its contents." "Heralding seems cool," "You are only on the tip of the iceberg. Come, follow me." I brought him to my favorite part of the library called intra librum—it is the widest mini-section in the library. It was every Heralds favorite section in this building. This time around, no one's inside the room. "What is this? A bathroom-like library section?" asked Doom as we entered the room. Its dimension was the likes of terrene