Bellatrix Fanart Novels & Stories

A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest. High Lady Demeter sat by his left; tall and gorgeous was the Fae Parliamentarian. Her wavy, dark green hair had an exquisite golden headpiece that framed her round face. Her pink eyes were soft, and at each corner was a small pink flower tattoo. High Lord Blaze, the Phoenix Parliamentarian, was on the other side of her. His hair and eyes were as orange and fiery as the fire, and his face was scrunched in disgust. Each of them represents a species from their world.

"Bells, are you frustrated? Do you need me to make you feel good?" At that, she starts laughing. She quickly pushes a mind-link to Fenris, Silas, and Garrick: 'Just a heads up, I'm going to crush Thatcher. Be prepared for the blowback.' "You? Thatcher, make me feel good? As if. You've always been my fuck toy, a placeholder," Bella says, pointing her finger at his chest in anger, allowing a bit of her dominant aura to slip. Thatcher grabs onto Bella's wrist to pull her toward him, releasing all of his aura in an attempt to suppress and overpower her.

Nicholas called Bellatrix out, raising his index finger, "Come here, Bella. " Bellatrix pretends not to listen. Nicholas groaned, "Bella." Bellatrix shivered slightly, but she didn't respond and didn't even take a step forward. "Don't make me angry, Bella. One last time I said, come here." Nicholas's face had changed. His jaw tightened. Two pointed white fangs came out of either side of his lips. Bellatrix's throat went dry. She moved on, knowing that it would be the opposite if she made Nicholas more angry. On the wall of this room is a painting of a nude female figure. Some depict intimate scenes of men and women. Bellatrix’s chin touched her chest. Nicholas noticed. He pursed his lips and

Just her voice - calm, serene. "There is no pain here. Only purpose." The walls of the monastery were covered in art - not paintings, but drawings by children. All identical. A woman with silver hair and black eyes. Belladrix. Nova smiled. "We were not born to obey. We were born to finish what others were too weak to start." Outside, in the courtyard, a black flag with the Voidmark fluttered in the wind. --- Back at the Cathedral, Bella sat with Hope in her arms, rocking gently.

I joked, to which she burst out laughing. “No offence, darlin’, but no. I cannot imagine myself with him. He’s cute at times, but I’m more into brooding men.” I laughed. “Is the capo really that brooding?” She shrugged. “Adonis Vitale is. Xander Castellanos isn’t on that level.” I turned back to the mirror and applied the blush and highlighter before putting on a peach lipstick to complete my look. Bella sat on the bed, leaning her weight on her hands.

Alexander remarked, dragging his tongue over the seam of his lips, his doing had already left an impact on Bella as he could see her palms were itching each other because they couldn't itch where needed. Bella could have been a little more careful in Alex’s eyes because Satan can see through her. And probably, she wanted to be seen by him. Her hands moved to the front of her silk cardigan, which was tied in a knot, and unclamped it. It slid down from her body and she unveiled herself in a black bikini. Alex's eyes were glued to Bella's body, tugging by the hotness coursing his blood. From head to toe, she was like art that was painted by the devil.

Bella. TBC

But as he currently walked through the art-filled area, he couldn't help but feel fascinated with the space she had created. Standing alongside him was Nicolas, completely enamored as well. "You have to admit, she has an eye for these kinds of things." Nicolas spoke up, admiring a shunga painting that covered half of the back wall. Acknowledging him, Alex gave a nod and remained silent as he was still trying to take in everything around him. He was surprised at the way a young girl like Eve had been so well articulate when it came to presenting the many aspects of eroticism. His past assistants would probably just display a bunch of simple paintings with no real meaning beyond physical and c

They could almost hear their united thought: how could a young woman they didn't even know stop a war that happened for more than ten years? Chloe sighed and turned around to point her thumb at the insignia of the Krystalline Palace's recognition of the Blood Star on the back of her robe. "I am the 27th Blood Star, Bellatrix of Orion," she announced. "Daughter of a Pure Blood, a member of the Rein Tribe." The Earth Krysts gasped, including the elder, and bowed their heads lower with their hands formed in the reverence of the Blood Star. "It seems they were knowledgeable of the Blood Star," Jucel noticed which made the Lady Terra smile.

The theme is a fairy garden, complete with faux butterflies but real roses decorated around the venue, which Alesteria saw when when she used her mana to construct a little dimension that can view whatever the user desires to see, using a small mirror she had in her dresser. 'The venue is honestly beautiful, but that is to be expected from Bella.' Bella was the one who organized it so Alesteria knew it will be beautiful. She was also the one who helped with her receivance banquet before so Alesteria knows that she is more than capable. And she did not disappoint. "I'm fwine. Dwaddy and I made up so I cwied." Alesteria responded, taking the ice pack off of her eyes. The swelling has gotten do