Bellatrix Novels & Stories

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

Jeff asked angrily. "Don't stop me Jeff, this is my decision!" The look in Brizella's eyes turned yellowish, making Jeff finally believe Chloe's words that Brizella was a goddess "You haven't told me anything about your life, Brizel! I already know that you are the seventh goddess of the werewolf race who will destroy the vampires. You are the medicine for the werewolves so that they can live in peace," Jeff said, making Brizella roll her eyes. How did Jeff know that? She hadn't told him anything.

Bellatrix was surprised and stood up immediately. "Nicholas!" She wanted to run and hug him, but it didn't happen. Nicholas's rough, big right hand gripped her throat. Bellatrix was surprised not only at Nicholas's behavior but also at the sight of him. It wasn't exactly Nicholas she saw. Where was that blue bead with which Bellatrix was repeatedly hypnotized? Nicholas's blood-red lips tightened with anger, and he frowned as his gaze fell on Bellatrix. This time, the hand pressing around her neck relaxed a little, and two narrow, pointed teeth came out of either sid

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

“Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?” “That’s canceled, Bran,” I teased, talking about the TV show. “C’mon, there’s no portal to hell in the Manor, or haven’t you met the Blotters? Do they seem demonic to you?” “Yeah, you’re right. But it can’t be a coincidence.” “Agree. Let’s check with Amy.” He raised a finger and I waited until he readied his camcorder to call the medium. “It’s a triad,” she said as soon as we finished explaining the situation to her. “Makes sense. And bet that if you connect the spots of the coordinates, they’ll form a six-point star on the land.”

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 heard you talking. I know I’m not part of everything, not really. But I know her. I know what she does. I know what she takes. And I know what she's willing to take, how she's willing to take it, the control that she's willing to have.” I looked at her, really looked. She wasn’t broken anymore. She was scarred, but standing. “She tried to take me,” Lysandra continued. “But Delilah stopped her. She gave me back my mind. We can do that to Carter.” Her eyes flicked to Sienna. “It's going to hurt, but we can do it to him. He's going to need to recover. There is what is called a mind control bond. If that breaks then she's never going to be able to get into his mind again.” She said, and I fro

Two curious eyes turned to Eliot. “You really crazy,” Louis whispered. “You know her?” “Not really,” Cyrus replied, gaze glued to her. “But that bitch is going to pay for what she did to me.” “You’re talking about Amelia?” Damien whispered. “Yeah. The brown-skinned bitch.” Louis grabbed his shoulder. “Bro, don’t get involved. She's trouble. Big trouble.” “What’s the worst that could happen?” Cyrus scoffed. “The best thing? Your bones get broken,” Qoawiy replied flatly.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;