Blake Belladonna Fanart Novels & Stories

Yuck! “Well, if this isn’t the sweetest thing I ever saw. Makes me sick.” He says, his usual drawl in place. His eyes take me in, going up and down blatantly until Blake growls thunderously. Bane licks his lips, ignoring my fuming mate. “You look even more delicious than you used to, Annabel. I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours in the middle of this bloody battlefield as you feel the life of your mate leave his body. Mmh, wonderful, right?” I know he is trying to get under my skin, and I refuse to show him just how disturbing that image is to me.

so that our conversation could not be heard by anyone. “If Blaze is a vampire… Balthier is also a vampire! Aren't they brothers… you've never seen Balthier's canines… and does he shine and sparkle when he exposed to the sunlight? ” Lidya shook her head. I just thought, you should have understood Lidya… that they are the same type as Jacob Black. New chapter

It was… "A circle of roses, bleeding. A silver crown pierced by thorns. A pair of red, slitted eyes above a mouth full of fangs. And in the center— A girl. Barefoot. Pale. Hands outstretched. Eyes wide. Offering." It had spilled out of me in a trance at home. I didn’t remember sketching it. Didn’t even choose the colors. My brush had moved like it remembered something I didn’t. “You sure you’re okay?” Lila asked, her voice softer now. “This isn’t just dark, Bella. It’s… haunting.”

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

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The cold and rainy weather makes me yawn. "Sorry," he chuckled. "It's okay, Keatton," Blake smiled at me. Dr. Karsyn is the exact same copy of him. Even if he has aged now it still doesn't hide the fact that he conveys looks just like Adonis. Their genes are beyond comparable. One of a kind.

"I am the High Alpha of Turner Studios, Ava. I make the laws here, not you," Blake snarled, his eyes flashing a warning amber. "Why are you obsessing over a bone that belongs to Riley? This was my design. Bel AME demanded an audience with me and claimed they’d take their patronage to a rival pack unless I provided a top-tier wolf. I secured the contract for the Studio’s sake, so we wouldn't be left starving."

‘Aris, believe me, I am really, really trying to concentrate on what you are saying, but it’s a bit hard considering the fact that… the blinding sight in front of me is burning my fucking eyes off! (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻ ‘Can’t you two spare some sympathy for the single dogs in this room and stop with whatever you think you are doing?!? щ（ﾟДﾟщ）And, Aris, how the fuck do you expect me to concentrate on serious matters when I’ve got this deadly image of an orange tabby with tousled fur meowing in front of me?!?’ Ok, sure, the devastating cuteness was pleasing to the eyes, but not to the heart! 〒▽〒

“Bliss, are you ready for some enchanting fun?” Bliss, her bright blue eyes shining with anticipation, nodded eagerly. She clutched her favorite stuffed bunny tightly, ready to embark on an adventure with her beloved sister. With a flourish, Celiza produced a stack of colorful art supplies—paints, brushes, and even a large blank canvas. “Today, my dear Bliss, we shall create a masterpiece!” Bliss clapped her hands together, her dimples deepening. “A masterpiece? Just for us?” Celiza nodded, her face radiant with joy. “Indeed! We shall paint the most magical and whimsical scene that our imaginations can conjure. Anything is possible here.”

Banks, the personal assistant to the boss man. "This bitch is messing with the wrong damn one." Bianca pulled out her lipstick, reapplying glossy indigo to her pouty lips. Clearly on the warpath. "Tryin' to play me out, like I don't know the fuckin' schedule Ros gave me! It says—right there in bold ass print—that Mistress Belladonna is supposed to come on after Trixie Tango! Not Barbaria—stupid ass, ugly ass, uppity ass heifer!"