Bellatrix Fanart Novels & Stories

Bellatrix is my slave; my human mate and I wasn’t going to let her go. I’m aware of her position at Nexus Academy, gifted in the art of weaponry but now she was no longer that person. Collaring her solidified that there is no escaping, marked with my name and something else. Flashing the tiny remote in my hand, she reaches over to grab it but it’s futile with her height. “Give it.” She demands. Shivers of delight bleed into my veins at the venom in her eyes, the disdain. “This won’t stop me.” She emphasized, banging her bloody knuckles at the metal.

I'm worth everyone's time. " You just called me by my name. “ " Yes. Isn't that your name. Because you're princess you think you're not a whore like me? Everyone's a whore. “ Beatrix yelled and Bellamy's eyes changed to red this time instead of blue. “ Who sent you?" Bellamy asked again. This time you could sense anger everywhere. “ Nobody. " Beatrix smirked. “ Ahhhhh!" She screamed as Bellamy twisted her right leg with just a wave of her hand .

They weren’t like Penny’s wings, they were more reptilian, with leathery skin rather than feathers. Bellamy blanched as she opened her eyes, revealing deep dark pools of red. There were no whites to her eyes, not even a pupil, just blood red. “That’s frickin awesome!” Lissa gasped next to Bellamy. Alex laughed at her, her long canines protruding as she threw her head back. “You still look really pretty… Huh, I guess demons aren’t ugly.” Lissa frowned at Alex before shaking her head and sitting back down.

"Sorry, but if it's not asking too much, can I get a few pictures with you both?" Bellatrix was about to reject—enough had already happened for one day—but Damien beat her to it. "Of course." She snapped her head in his direction, offering him a subtle glare which he responded to with a calm smile. And just as she parted her lips, the fan stepped in front of them and held her phone camera up. "Say cheese." Against her better judgement and will, Bellatrix sighed out quietly and turned to face the camera. After a few shots, the fan was finally satisfied.

Alexander raised his hand and indicated for her to stay calm, then took his phone to the courtyard to make a call. Ten minutes later, someone arrived, panting out of breath. “CEO Sterling, I’ve brought all the stuff you wanted, are we starting right now?” The newcomer was wearing jeans with holes and a grey cotton jacket, and had a striking dark blue earring on his left ear. Bella was surprised to find that he was actually a familiar face. Of course, a familiar face meaning that Bella recognised him, but he did not recognise her at all. He was a makeup artist known as “The Godly Hand” under Longster Entertainment and the personal makeup artist of the famous actress, Graclyn Swat, Arthur.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

until she noticed the hickey Blaze made on her creamy body. She recalled the scenes and sighed deeply. Maybe tonight was a mistake... maybe she shouldn't let her do all this... maybe she shouldn't go to the tattoo bar. "Hello?" she dialled a number and waited for the person to answer the call. In the middle of the night, a girl, drunk, staring at the pictures of Cliterella on the 60inch Plasma TV... "So drastic yet so arrogant..." she murmured moving to the next picture. Blair had been on Blaze's mind lately and whatever she does, she can't forget her.

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

I pull my finger out and lean in kissing my new favourite snack once before moving to look at my beautiful mess of a little witch. Bellatrix is lying her long strawberry blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo, her cheeks have a pink flushed glow as she basks in her afterglow. Before I get a chance to say anything I feel a push on my mind as someone tries to mind-link me. I push it away as I want to enjoy this moment and memorise every single thing about this first time.

The only personal touch was a framed photo on the nightstand, the four of them in college, Marcus in the center with his arms around his three best friends, all of them laughing at something long forgotten. Bella moved to the dresser and opened the second drawer. Resistance bands, just like he'd said, coiled neatly beside carefully folded t-shirts. She grabbed the bands and started to close the drawer. Something caught her eye. A book, partially hidden under the shirts. The cover was plain black, no title visible. Bella knew