Blake Belladonna Novels & Stories

Her blush was replaced with gulp and she looked at him nervously. He smirked at her reaction and walked away. Anamika saw them creating chaos and looked at Massimo. "They have planned to have a breakfast in the garden without the help of maids, god save us from chaos..." Massimo huffed dramatically. Bella stood in front of Alex amused as he struggled to finish all oranges. "Harder than squeezing blood from dead bodies, isn't it, Mr. Mafia?" She mocked. He huffed. "This is why I prefer whisky, orange juice is too much work... Damn!"

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

A minor healing salve, infused with crushed herbs and wolfsbane to dull pain and regenerate surface tissue. “I made a new batch,” she said. “Stronger. The others were diluted, I was running low on belladonna. But I have more now.” “That’s thoughtful of you,” I said quickly. “Thank you. I’ll take it to him.” She didn’t hand it over. Instead, she stared at me. Her eyes were sharp beneath her gentle tone. “I can walk it there myself. I need to check his bandages anyway.” “No need,” I snapped, a little too quickly. “He’s asleep.”

Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol. With the patch of skin removed, Bellamy snapped his fingers again and crystal decanter containing a blue liquid appeared in his hand. He slowly poured the liquid over the wound on Lissa’s chest making the skin underneath sizzle as tendrils of smoke rose from the wound. Her ear-piercing screams rang throughout the room again. Bellamy hissed as the liquid splashed up, burning his hands, leaving behind bright red blisters. Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation.

she counters softly. A beat of silence. “That is not your concern.” She holds my gaze for a long, heavy beat, testing the air. Finally, she looks away, her defiance breaking under the pressure of the dark ozone I’m emitting. "Fine," she mutters, grabbing a vial of concentrated Belladonna. "I will prepare the 'bridal' tonic. I will ensure she is sssufficiently vacant for your little pageant. But if Kaeden breaks through those shadows of yoursss, Alpha, don't expect me to ssstay, watch you burn and wait till I become his next target. I will run for my life."

I felt his eyes, dark and heavy, feeding off my pain. “You expect anything else from a weakling?” Laurene’s voice slithered through the air like poison. The entire diner fell silent. And then— A loud, violent growl. Abaddon moved so fast, I barely processed it. One second, Laurene was smugly nestled against him. The next, his hand was wrapped around her throat. “Say that again,” he said, his voice sharp, inhuman. “And I’ll feed you your tongue.” Laurene gasped, clawing at his fingers, eyes wide with terror.

Then Alexei sighed. “Alright, we can do this the old-fashioned way.” He stood up and walked over to the counter beside him. The drawer opened with a creak. Pliers. Silver needles. Syringes with concentrated belladonna. He picked up a small curved blade. Thin, delicate, almost artistic. “This one was made to cut Lycan skin without triggering immediate regeneration. It causes excruciating pain and slow healing. It was a gift from a friend in Romania.” He spoke as if commenting on wines. “Let’s see if your traitor skin reacts the same way.”

Actually, that chalice was the simpler item that this blond man had seen in his life. However, when he felt the chalice in his calloused hands, he could felt the unlimited vitality emitted for the simple steel chalice. This entire bloodbath only to get this sacred item. In the view of this blonde man, this isn't a sacred item but a totally demonic item, but he looked to his companion that was looking to him as well. The young black woman couldn't hide the look full of hope seeing the chalice in the blonde man's hands. "Aysha, you can save your people now. Take it and go faster before the guardians of the forest came." The blonde man said, throwing the item to the young black elf.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

In fact, he might just despise her more than he despised the Bride. ____ ____ Belladonna avoided the mirror, like a plague, throughout that day. It was easy for her to do that. She had been very busy in her study, preparing the ingredients according to how she remembered the instructions that had been drawn out on the wall, of the underground cave of Badura. It had taken her so much time to grind the dragon stone into a fine texture, and blend the sunflower along with it. Eli had asked her about the sunflower earlier this morning, he said the pendant was strange and the necklace was irremovable.