Belle Morte Novels & Stories

She swiped at the closest wolf, slicing his under belly and then turned towards the final rogue. He started to bow to her, backing up and pleading for his life. Belle continued to walk towards him, and before I could say wait, she leapt on the back of the rogue and snapped his neck. Belle was panting, but she had singlehandedly managed to kill six larger sized rogues on her own.

To their collective astonishment, they found themselves suddenly teleported outside the confines of the dungeon, surrounded by the tranquil expanse of meadows bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Amidst his amazement, Jay's first instinct was to find Belle who stood not far from where they materialized. She remained within the confines of the now-dormant pentacle, seemingly untouched by the chaos that hand unfolded moments before. Nevertheless, as Jay approached and reached out to tap her shoulder, he was met with a grim realization—Belle had passed away. In that instant, Jay's cognitive faculties momentarily faltered, grappling with the profound implications of Belle's actions. None among

the Alpha says, his voice steady… but deadly. I’ve seen Red shift on the fly before in the heat of the moment, it takes him less than five seconds and it’s damn impressive. *Took out three wolves trying to get home near the border. Tattoos look like they’d been rogues before,* Buddy reports, on an open mind-link. Goddess I need to just wrap this up and get home to discipline my little brat of a mate.

Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary wolves needed to call him with, he still did his part to respect the hierarchy set before them. "Kane," Zane said, his voice low. Baritone male, deep and heavily British accented voice, a voice that was the vocalization of smooth silk. "Yes, brother. I have news." "Speak." Zane said, then threw his cloak back on. "Well, tonight is a full moon." "Much like any other?" Zane asked, turning fully to Kane. His blood red eyes thinned a little. "No, brother. Your wolf will be taken tonight." Kane said, his voice small, as if he hated to break it to Zane.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

I looked about the lot in alarm, a sudden thought occurring to me until I sighted the monster beast’s still motionless body, pinned by the sword that had its hilt now lodged into the sand. “Confirm kill!” I rasped, the word scarcely falling from my lips when Gordon, the sandy blonde-haired man with lips the shape of twigs drew his weird with a quickness. I watched, unable to move my eyes fast enough as he slammed the edge of his sword into Japhtar’s neck with a meaty crunch and the beast remained motionless. “Christ,” Hector sighed with a hint of pain lacing his voice as the meaty crack of Gordon’s sword hacking through bone filled the lot and I winced, turning away and raising my shoulder t

He grabs me around the waist, tackles me back onto the bed, and pins me down with a casual, terrifying kind of ease. I thrash and curse and try to bite, but he’s unmoving, a stone wall trapping me under him. He pulls something from his back pocket. It’s a photograph. He dangles it just out of reach, waiting. I don’t want to look. Because I know what it is. Still, my traitorous eyes lock onto the image. Belle. Sitting in a library, homework spread out in front of her, surrounded by a few girls—her friends—who have no idea that death could be inches away.

“Your mother was here before she was Belle Bellington. Before she was anyone’s wife.” Benita’s throat tightened. “Then who was she?” Margot stopped at the altar. Her hand rested on the edge, her rings catching what little light there was. “She was Belle Laurent. That name meant something before it was scrubbed. The Laurents owed debts that could not be repaid. To clear them, one of their daughters had to disappear. Not die, not leave the country—disappear in the way the Elders know how.” Benita’s mind reeled. “You mean sealed. You mean—administratively erased.”

"She begged for your life, you know. Too bad Cassandra wanted her dead anyway." Belle's eyes blazed with an otherworldly light. "You son of a bitch," she spat, and suddenly, that familiar beam of pure energy erupted from her hands. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her Lunar Soul powers in action, but it was no less breathtaking. The light engulfed Lucien, who screamed in agony as it burned him from the inside out. I stood frozen, both in awe and terror, as Belle unleashed her power. Her hair seemed to glow, her entire body radiating with a light that was both beautiful and deadly. Lucien writhed, his screams echoing across the battlefield as the light consumed him.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.