Blake Belladonna Novels & Stories

Bella grabbed her coffee and escaped to the backyard, her hands shaking so badly she had to set the mug down. Not yet. As if it was inevitable. As if they were all just waiting for the right moment to cross a line that should never be crossed. She paced the small patio, trying to sort through the tangle in her chest. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. And underneath it all, something she didn't want to name. Want. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Is this Bella Black? She frowned. Yes. Who is this?

"You see, not all witches would stand to listen to this tale. I mean, they don't care if it's your fault for becoming so powerful. They would rather kill you spot on so, hold on..." Elisa went to a shinny desk as Abi keenly watched. Elisa's hand nimbly sparkled with silvery ethereal glow and a nice silver jewel appeared in her palm. This amulet was made mostly of swarvoski crystal from the ancient era. This type has gone on extinction and only Elisa knew how to convoke them from the past. And it was known to have great effect of hiding the powerful side of someone. At least, it makes look weak on the outer view and no one suspects a thing.

She didn’t need to pass on that little trait. Losing her original wasn’t as bad as she’d dreaded. She didn’t miss her own Bell’s song, having realized that Fallon could give her so much more than it ever could. It had been a beautiful creation, though, and special, and she missed it a little because of that. This Bell was going to serve a higher or lower, purpose. Rykarr had called it the ultimate assassin’s toy. It hadn’t taken much thought to realize he’d been right. Rain keyed the Bell and opened a portal to Azion’s private rooms. She’d found a way to tune it so she didn’t have be exactly where she wanted to open a portal and had walked by his place yesterday. Happily, he was alone at his

Very angry. I looked at Jade—she only smiled sheepishly. I could see the concern in her eyes. "The fuck is this?" She turned around, holding a bottle in her hands. My mouth fell agape—but I was too dizzy to react the way I wanted to. My heart dropped to my stomach. I reached forward and tried to grab the vile she was holding. She pulled her arm back quickly, keeping the vile away from me. Bea was angry. Bea was really, really, angry.

She tilts her head towards the door. “Well I get why Scarface doesn’t like you now. Is there anything edible in the bowl?” I tilt my head towards hers. She is clearly still alive, so she must be getting nutrients somehow. “The wolfsbane is dark blue and looks black when they mix it in with the food, almost like large pepper flakes. Belladonna is green or gray and resembles sage. So If you brush off the seasoning, it tends to affect you less, but always look doped up when they come in so they don’t give us more, got it?” She is whispering rapidly.

Jade's POV He's been staring at me for the longest, and that hard on... shouldn't he take care of that already? "Blake..." I moaned his name again, trying to entice him even more. What's wrong with Adam? Why is he just laying here while I do all the work? He used to be good, this used to be good but after I kissed Blake-- I know it sounds cliche but after that kiss, I've been wondering what he's like in bed, is he rough and persistent or sweet and soft? Is he the type to whisper how beautiful I am or will he call me his dirty little slut while he fucks me? I want him so bad, oh so bad.

“I’m just...not good with knots.” “Everything likes you, Loralie,” I said. “Even things with a body count.” Professor Thorne moved between tables, pausing occasionally to scowl or sigh. She reached my station and stopped. The belladonna was thriving, its petals rich and purple, leaves relaxed and swaying. “You’ve handled this before,” she said. “My mother made me grow one before she let me have a cat.” Her lips twitched. Approval? Or indigestion? Without a word, she reached into her robes and pulled out a small obsidian pot. Inside was a rare variant of belladonna—violet-black petals, roots coiled protectively in the soil like a sleeping serpent.

But as I watched them work, I saw how they prepared their magic. Belladonna. Bromelain. Deadly Nightshade and the enzyme that breaks down protein. Together, they create a death spiral. Belladonna causes infections to run rampant, while the Bromelain eats away at red and white blood cells. That’s why Winnie won’t heal. That’s why every transfusion, every treatment, every spell fails. Her own blood is destroying itself. They just need to counteract those two components and they can reverse the spell. And that’s not all.

Her eyes caught mine. “Oh, we’ve got a new student. You must be Anastasia Lancroft?” I stood up and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” “Alright, I hope you can catch up with the lessons quickly, Anastasia. I’m Master Tatiana.” Without another word, Master Tatiana turned to the board and began writing down the names of some plants—or maybe flowers. I blinked. Were we… studying botany? “Last week, I explained a few plants. Today, we’ll move on to flowers. Belladonna, also known as Deadly Nightshade, contains atropine, a toxic compound.”

Marina had held onto her attachment to Grayson for so long that she knew nothing else. I can’t live without him. Grayson is my life. Marina’s parents were simple people. They were foragers living off the land when Grayson’s grandfather found them. In the forest, they came to find herbs and mushrooms to add to their dinner, teaching Marina everything they knew. At that moment, Marina ingested the only berries she knew would make her pain go away quickly. Belladonna. The sweet purplish-black berries dotted the riverbanks, with its leaves so green and healthy. These plants were always disease-free, and the fruits were often ignored by animals and birds because of their poisonous quality.