Bellatrix Books Novels & Stories

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

I didn’t recognize the number. “Yeah?” “It’s Eagle. Calling from a burner. I got information for you. That vampire you’ve been looking for, her and some others just popped up on my radar. You heard of the club Obsidian?” Yeah, I had. It was a vampire club that had no limitations, a pretty dangerous place. Humans and even some wolves have disappeared from there. I knew the vampire who owned it, Acelin Ventrel, her brother. I wasn’t too surprised she’d be there, though she didn’t really seem like the club type.

The doors swung open, and a flutter of excitement surged through Catalina’s heart. She was pushed into a room that radiated strength and elegance. Bookshelves embraced the walls, their treasures lovingly curated. The gentle warmth of the fire danced in the hearth, its soft crackle filling the room with a tender ambiance, while shadows wove their delicate patterns across the gleaming surfaces. Behind a grand desk sat Matteo Moretti, a figure of intrigue and longing. He was nothing like the image she had conjured in her mind. He was younger—likely in his late twenties—but there was something about him, a presence so commanding that it sent shivers down her spine.

Three weeks of secret work, completed alongside her research sessions, accomplished with the intense focused care she brought to everything she considered important. The robe was white as a base — because some traditions were worth keeping — but the embroidery was silver-gold. The exact color of Lihua's cultivation energy, worked into patterns at the collar and the cuffs and the hem that she recognized when she looked closely. Not decorative patterns. Formation lines. The outer ring of the Primordial Breach Array along the collar. The emotional meridian pathway reduced to a delicate tracery along the hem. Her work. His work. Stitched into something she would wear.

Sterling asked, pausing mid-sentence to look at me. "No, it’s... it's wonderful," I choked out, forcing a polite smile as I managed to take the bite. Marcus’s hand drifted higher, his fingers sliding right under the hem of my dress, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin, moving higher and higher until he reached the damp lace of my underwear. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the table to keep from whimpering out loud. Marcus didn't even look at me, his dark eyes locked on Mr. Sterling, casually taking a sip of his wine as they continued their conversation. "Go on, Sterling. You were saying the tech projections are trackin

Before my system can reset from the concussive blow, his heavy combat boots begin raining down onto my ribs. "You absolute parasite! How dare your terminal disconnect from my tracking frequencies! My blades will terminate your existence tonight!" Cedric bellows, his eyes flashing with a blinding, lethal gold glow. A breathless groan of pure agony escapes my throat as my frame collapses flat onto the concrete floorboards.

I told my men, "No mistakes on this one as this was a delicate matter that needed to be treated with due diligence." I went straight to the store and there was the fugitive on the floor and I linked Ty, Aidan tapped in and said, "He thinks that he could fool us?" He told me, "Play along, Drax, just get him to the Fae Kingdom." I ordered the men to take his body up and opened up a portal for them to walk through, I linked my driver to meet me back at the Fae Kingdom. I sensed the little witch Lissa was nearby but she wasn't our prey today so I closed the portal leaving her back at the store. Bradley was put in a cell until Cayden awakes or maybe, we should let Addy at him. Ty watched him and

someone yelled out. "We'll skin your animal!" yelled another. “Candle wax here! The finest candle wax!” “Roof thatching!” “Get your firewood here!” “Fresh quills! Quills and parchment!” As they progressed further, there were nicer shops, some selling pieces of jewelry. Caitlin couldn’t help but think of the gold bridge in Florence, of her time with Blake, of the bracelet he had bought her.

"And don't worry. We will find Jo." I rubbed his tattoo-covered arm. "I know we will. Jo must be scared right now." "Terry said they won't hurt her unless they have to." The thought of those assholes hurting Jo made my skin crawl, and my blood boil. I squeezed my hand on Rex's arm and lay my head, trying not to think of Jo alone in a dark and cold room. Rex and I hear a loud yawn as we turn our heads to find Seth coming out of his tent and stretching his arms over his head.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”