Blake Belladonna Fanart Novels & Stories

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

“A blodeuedd. It’s the symbol for flower. People called him flower face.” “Um. Ian.” Sean puts his hand on the loose pages in his lap and lifts them, turning them around so we can all see. There’s a sketched image of a young man with birthmark on his temple, exactly like what Darby’s drawn. “Yes! That’s him!” Darby points to the image. “That’s quite a good likeness actually. Who did the rendering?” “Baby, that was drawn by a were. Eight hundred years ago.” “Ah. His guardian then.”

Blakeley said with a smile as she waved to one of the artists. “No, Blakeley, don't, do this.” Cassie said and Blakeley gave her a mocking look. The artist walked to them with a book and Cassie sighed. “What would you like to do… “ “A butterfly.” Blakeley cut the artist off. “What part of your… “ “Her right arm.” Blakeley replied and Cassie sighed. “Does it hurt?” Cassie asked the artist and she shrugged with a smile. “Not really.” She replied. The artist started drawing the tattoo and Cassie winced in pain, Blakeley held her hand trying so hard not to laugh at her. As time went on, the man at the end of the room stood up and walked out.

ALEX I found Bella in the art studio three days after our conversation about BDSM. She'd been spending more time there, slowly reclaiming the part of herself Marcus had tried to destroy. Today she was working on a painting—abstract swirls of color that somehow managed to convey both chaos and hope. "It's beautiful," I said from the doorway. She startled, paintbrush splattering blue across the canvas. "I didn't hear you." "Sorry. Habit from the military—quiet footsteps." I crossed to stand beside her, studying the painting. "What does it represent?"

The exquisite mix of pain and pleasure making me ache deep within. "You're a perfect canvas to paint a masterpiece on," he says, sounding almost absent or far away. My brow furrows. "What do you mean?" Blaine tears his eyes from my body and meets my gaze, and the look in them makes me shudder. It's dark and sadistic as he squeezes my left nipple even harder, making me yelp in surprise. "Cutting is an art form." His other hand digs into my right hip as he yanks me forward so I can feel the cold metal of the blade in his belt pressing into my skin. "Blood is my paint and skin is my canvas, Azira. And I've never seen a more beautiful canvas."

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

"As long as you continue to treat me kindly I'll be staying here. Besides leaving you would not hurt me at all I have Sarin and Trax. I might even take Adrian and Mazie there good people that make me happy." "I'd even go with her." I turned to see Blake dressed in a black sundress and he hair up in what looked to me kitty ears. "Oh, really Blake?! You look so sexy today!" The conversations with Blake and her continued in her head. I just sat on the step with her enjoying her in my arms as she absentmindedly played with my fingers. Breathing her in was like going back to the time I briefly held Belladonna in my arms. Past Egypt

And he has new black ink on his right bicep. It is a work of art. Me in my wolf form and wow, I can’t stop looking at it. Blake had it done a few weeks ago now and told me that he wants me all of the time to be with him. Romantic? You bet it is and something out of my uber romance books that I am addicted to.

I literally own everything but yet again, that is not sufficient for some women. I release a heavy breath as I take the red paintbrush and continue painting. My love for painting is out of this world and my inspiration to paint is always in my eyes. My eyes are my camera, I take a mental screenshot of things every single day and just like always, I took a mental image of Bella last night. She is exactly like ‘her’ Bella’s body is almost the same as ‘hers’ the same size, same shape. The only difference I could notice between them is that Bella has a birthmark on her lower stomach but aside from that, there is no difference.