Bellatrix Patronus Novels & Stories

Some juwels seemed to blink between the metal. "Oh, I remember! She wore a golden hairpin that day, a phoenix design with rubies... what a shame it was all molten. She was such a beautiful madwoman... Bellatrix, Bellatrix, you really burned a deep grave for yourself. Well, I guess this happens when a nearly godly power is unleashed without restraint. Sadly, you fell pray to an even deadlier magic. This man really is something. So annoying. Really, too sad that you can't incinerate him as well anymore... I wonder who woud've won in a direct confrontation. Well, both of you are nothing compared to my Kitty."

says Bellatrix while crying " Celea, that's her Name" Bella said while looking at her sister's direction " Selene take care of my child..." and Bella closed her eyes " No...Bella, Bella!" Selene started crying while trying her best to wake her sister up Bellatrix was no longer breathing "No...." when she thought Bella was completely gone, baby Celea emitted a powerful white silver light Selene didn't know what that light meant but found out soon after " Bella your breathing" Bellatrix didn't wake up but at least she was alive

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

I grit through my teeth. “Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.” My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.” Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically. He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”

I have to admit, the way Angelo has his sub Patty tied to the St. Andrew's Cross is most appealing, leaving her arms and legs spread wide, her ass rubbing against the wood whenever he hits her with the single tail. I know Bella is still a bit apprehensive about whips in general, which is probably my own fault, but I feel like her unease is slowly ebbing away. At least if the way she's licking her lips whenever Patty moans loudly is any indication. There is one other couple and a group of a Domme with her two subs, one of them clearly still in

Bella's POV "I think I know where Braxten is as well. What do you know?" I ask my brother Brent. Goddess, it pains me to see him in this condition. Our father would be livid. He would have waged war against Queen Aster. "My mate overheard her aunt Camilla talking on the phone. Apparently, Camilla has a daughter in North Natbia who is in a relationship with Braxten, but he’s under a spell and doesn’t remember anything." I could see the pain and anger in his eyes—they were twins and had been inseparable since the womb. Olivia caressed his cheek as he leaned on it and closed his eyes.

Paxton said as he approached him with more paperwork. “Let’s go here.” He said and pointed to the territory in the picture. “Now?” He frowned. “Yes, now. Ceil will stay and make sure to keep an eye on Bellatrix.” Paxton frowned as he shook his head. “Bellatrix.” “That’s her name.” He said as he took out the old photo. Then, he went back to his room to put on nice clothes. He also opened his vault and took out a gun. He then glanced at the bed where she snuggled more to the pillows.

He stepped forward, hand tightening around the whip at his side, voice like a hiss between clenched teeth. “Then let’s see how long you can hold out.” Before he could act, Lyra calmly raised a hand, her voice composed yet firm. “No need for torture.” From her cloak, she pulled a small cobalt-blue porcelain vial, adorned with delicate swirling patterns. She handed it to Ezra, her loyal Beta who stood silently nearby. Ezra accepted it with a nod, then moved toward the prisoner without a word. Grabbing the young man’s jaw, he forced his mouth open and poured in the deep red liquid.

“Looks like one, from what I’ve heard. I’ve never actually been to one. My family isn’t exactly friendly with the vampires after what they did to my mother.” “Right,” she says, looking back into the bowl and frowning. I can feel her anxiety through the bond. “What is it baby? What does this image mean?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her protectively. She looks up at me. “This is the locator spell. That creepy mansion is where Laris Bevan is living and where he’s possibly hiding Levana.”

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I