Belle Morte Novels & Stories

so long as my death came after I’d achieved my goals. Highgate was truly beautiful this time of year, its frosted trees and shrubbery intermingling with the snowy graves. Foxes crept among the tombstones. Spiders wove glistening webs. Angel statues cried ice tears. Loretta and I wandered it aimlessly until we reached a section devoted to immortals. The graves here were all from the past year or two. Loretta stopped before one. “I knew him,” she said. The grave belonged to Billy Portbelly, a “devoted husband” who had perished a few months before.

I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief. Davis pads over to me, his fur coated in blood. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. I nod, still in shock from the fight. "We need to move," I say, gesturing to the bodies. The four of us drag the hunters' bodies into the woods, my side screaming in pain the whole time. "I got it." Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened.

Even though Lena hadn't been the main culprit behind that, she had executed their plan. A cool breeze swept past. The Mount Moriah they were seeing at three in the morning was cold, mysterious, and creepy. Belle suddenly coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. It seemed like she had gotten too emotional. Lena frowned. "Are you injured?" Belle ignored her question and wiped the blood from her mouth. "Lena, you're not leaving this place alive." Lena said coldly, "I'm right here. If you want to kill me, go ahead and try."

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Lady Noh carefully watched Danielle looking around in daze and surprise, which made Noh squint her eyes that maybe Danielle was just like those other women. Yes, multiple women were picked and brought to Belle Morte who fell under three criteria of physical description which was similar to Danielle’s. Upon discovering that they were not Alpha Cyrus' mates the women were discarded, nobody knew where they went or if they died but the rumour circulated in the town that whoever went to Belle Morte never came back.

Luckily, Aunt's boutique is not much far from my apartment and I see it just a few shops away from where I am standing. Mary's Merge is a small box-like boutique from the outside. However, from the inside, it is a long spacious rectangle. Its front wall is painted in beige and a dark brown wooden door is fixed between two see-through windows. Aunt has hung two evergreen pots from the hook on top of each window. Small leaves of various shades of green decline from the pots and add a certain charm to her boutique.

'Shit, shit, shit, what am I gonna do. After an hour of thinking, Blanche decided to leave and went to Mort's room. He took a deep breath before deciding to knock on the man's room, which Mort immediately opened. His hair is sexily disheveled and topless, Mort wears eyeglasses and some of the strands of his hair dropped in his vision opened up to Blanche. Mort stood big and dangerous with the swirling aura of command only amplifying his physical appeal. That body was carved to perfection! Though Mort was not his ideal type, Blanche admits that he is incredibly hot. No wonder his cousin fell head over heels for this man who meet her high standards. With his striking pair of green orbs is enou

Slowly letting go of its life. Domi remembered the time when Belle asked him if they would need to kill anything in one of the mirrors. He was glad that this situation was not common, yet, he still wondered why was all that happening, then remembered his companion had a despotic, merciless side, a curse, the guilt, and a very, very bad temper. The lifeless body was starting to be pulled down by gravity, and Melo wasn't getting released yet. He pulled as much air as his lungs could hold right before he felt he was going under the water with the corpse.

“But I’m not afraid.” Belle shook her head weakly. “Devlin… he’ll kill us all… he wants to be a…” Before she could finish, a silver arrow zipped through the air—so fast it was barely a blur—and struck her right in the head. The sound of impact was deafening. Belle collapsed instantly, blood pooling beneath her as her body went still. I barely had time to yank Emmeline out of the way. If I hadn’t moved when I did—that arrow would’ve hit her too.

Mireille’s POV I went shopping with Belle because I was going on a date at the beach with Blaise.Emily was too busy with her mate and Belle was the only one I knew and I was close enough to hang out with. We went to this Zara shop and saw a lot of cute bikinis there. I wasn’t very fan of exposing my tummy and my buttocks so I went for a one piece. Not too covered but sexy and simple. But I noticed Belle wasn’t very attentive to what I was saying.She was deeply thinking and looked very worried.I called her like three times before she responded. “ Why do you look worried? Are you bored?” I asked her trying to know why she was so moody. “ I am alright,I didn’t sleep last night.Sorry for being s