Harry Potter And Bellatrix Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After pulling the sea off the box, I realized that I couldn’t get any information for myself. I didn’t know what was inside the box, and there was no room for guessing because the box was seemingly light. It was like there was nothing in it. While I was struggling with the box, my phone started buzzing. I turned quickly to see it was a call from a private number. I shook as I held the phone to answer the phone, “Hello? It’s Bella, here,” I answered, keeping everything steady. “Bring your ass right here to the mansion! There’s a cab waiting outside your house.” His voice was so cold and steady.

My fingers immediately stretched into claws and I took a step forward with my eyes fixed on him. “That is never-” I did not let him finish his sentence before lunging at him, sending my claws across his face. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Bella’s father scurry away to the corner of the room in fear. Hezekiah moved back immediately, palming his bloody cheek now in pain. Before the guard could even react I lunged towards him, sending a punch into his face, grabbing Bella as soon as he lost grip of her, the impact of the blow sending him to the ground.

I grabbed his arm and twisted it hard. “Did you just raise your hand at me?” I said. “We are done. I reject you, Harrison Taylor.” A horrible pain tore through my chest as the bond snapped, but I refused to let it show. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. Harrison wasn’t able to hide it. His face twisted in agony as he felt it too. Before I could react, he shoved me, slamming me against the wall. “You are mine, whether you like it or not, Bella,” he growled, raising his hand again.

He caressed her full breasts with a few spots of red marks. “I love you, Bellatrix.” He whispered. “Even though it was a lie. I will make sure that everything you want will be given. Just don’t leave me.” He lovingly caressed her hair and face. He stared at those parted lips as he pressed his lips over them and licked them. “Hmm,” She hummed and turned to the other side. “I want more meat…” She seemed to be munching something and she was dreaming of food even in her dreams. It was kind of hilarious but at least she’s not dreaming of another man.

I grit through my teeth. “Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.” My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.” Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically. He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”

Dwelling inside were two large venomous snakes, both hissing as the cage was being dropped to the ground. “Spare… my child,” Bellatrix’s mum managed to say before screaming out her lungs again from the harsh and painful strike of the cane that kept tearing at her skin. “Step into the cage and I’ll let your mom rot in prison.” The Alpha ordered Bellatrix. Having no choice, his mate tried to stand but found herself lacking a tad bit of strength to lift even a finger. “Throw her in,” he ordered with a scowl and Vivian suddenly initiated partial transformation, her hands becoming claws and her fangs becoming prominent with veins bulging on her skin.

"For a half-blood." I said nothing, just kept chewing. "I've had pure-blood bitches before," he continued, his voice low and intimate. "They're boring. Too obedient. Too easy." His hand slid from the back of the bench to my shoulder, his fingers tracing the edge of my dress's neckline. "I think you'll be different. I think you'll fight." I stopped chewing. "I like breaking things that fight," he whispered, leaning close to my ear. "It's more satisfying."

I whispered so fast I barely heard myself. “What?” Arnold asked but I didn’t have time to explain. “Follow my lead,” I said to him, and before he could realize what I meant, I slipped past him and headed toward Annabeth. “Come, your beloved is about to die… come take her body,” Annabeth sang letting out an eerie laugh. Before I could blink she pulled Bella by the neck and she had her claws piercing slightly the skin on Bella’s neck. I saw the trickle of blood leaving her skin and my wolf almost tore through.

The temptation of such a rendezvous was undeniable, and I found myself longing for a connection with the magnetic man who had ignited my desires. I fixed my gaze on professor Blake, who was still passionately delivering his lecture. I couldn't help but continue my tantalizing fantasy, which caused my heart to race and my body to respond in a most intimate manner. My thoughts were drenched in desire, and I fought to suppress a moan of longing. Sandra, my ever-observant friend, noticed my unusual behavior. Concerned, she leaned in and whispered, "Bella, are you okay?" I was startled by the sudden interruption of her reverie. I quickly nodded and replied, "I'm fine." Inwardly, I mentally scolde

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”