Belle Morte Novels & Stories

“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.”

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV "Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

She stayed still until he moved out of her way. He was going inside the bathroom when she called him,“ Rowan? " He just hummed, not moving an inch… Sapphire : how did I behave last night? She asked, playing with her fingers. ROWAN : like“ My BELAMOUR". With that, he went inside the bathroom, but not before asking her to take some rest… “My Belamour " this word is ringing in her mind and heart. Her body was numb. She was standing there like a statue until he came back from the washroom and settled down himself on his bed to sleep again.

A few gentle steps closer… Belle gasped, before immediately linking Immi, Sutton and Immi. “I need you all to meet me right now. I have no idea where I am but you should be able to track Nia’s scent. Bring Layke and Beau.” She ordered. “And hurry.” Nia crept forward again, lost for words at the scene. Lying before her were five dead faerie women laid side by side, deep in the middle of the forest with nothing around for miles. The moonlight shone down on them, creating an almost angelic atmosphere around the women. Their bodies were perfectly preserved, if she didn’t know any better she would have thought they were sleeping rather than being dead. They wore flowy white dresses, portraying in

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 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.