Harry Potter And Bellatrix Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Some juwels seemed to blink between the metal. "Oh, I remember! She wore a golden hairpin that day, a phoenix design with rubies... what a shame it was all molten. She was such a beautiful madwoman... Bellatrix, Bellatrix, you really burned a deep grave for yourself. Well, I guess this happens when a nearly godly power is unleashed without restraint. Sadly, you fell pray to an even deadlier magic. This man really is something. So annoying. Really, too sad that you can't incinerate him as well anymore... I wonder who woud've won in a direct confrontation. Well, both of you are nothing compared to my Kitty."

This would soil his name and would lead him to me, as he would plead to have me keep all this from spreading more. Finally that witch Maeve would be requested to be banished by the pack while I will save her only to keep her as my personal sex slave. I would use her to my fill and treat her like the spawn of the devil that she was. The thought of it made me feel aroused as I sucked in deep, willing myself to have patience. ***** I was dressed in my finest ceremonial attire as I flirted with a few girls from other packs, each with tempting curves that made me want to hunt them for sport. Then I saw Alpha Bastian at the far left drinking with Healer Harold, one of the pack's most trusted men.

Closing her eyes she let the sleep take over her letting the darkest side of the dreamland embrace her. Meanwhile "Fuck." Harry cursed punching the table in anger. How the hell he lost his control? How the hell did he become gentle all of a sudden? No. No. No. He chanted his mind as he told himself to not be soft. He's heartless! His heart only beats for his sister and her children and no one else's. Grabbing the bottle of beer he chugged on it rapidly before plopping on the sofa numb. As soon as he closed his eyes a flash of memory hit his head hard. Her eyes. Her beautiful soft skin between his teeth. Against his lips, as he sucked harder on them.

With a split of my vision, I glanced through the thick forest and then sensed that everything around me was at a stand still. Sure enough, the excitement has to do with Isabella. The heavy grip on my soul felt as if I had been cursed by a witch. It was as if she had casted a spell on me and I had no way out of it. Whenever I try to take off the heavy grip, it bounces back on me heavily Right now he was burning with rage, I could feel the anger brewing inside of me. For the first time ever, he was so angry at me. “You've summoned them over, what should I do?” I inquired.

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.

Devon started, his voice low. "Devon! Bella! We doing this or what?" Marcus's voice carried up from the garage, irritated and impatient. The spell broke. Bella ducked past Devon and practically ran for the stairs, the resistance bands still pressed against her chest like a shield. Behind her, she heard Devon exhale slowly. She didn't look back. That afternoon, Bella volunteered to pick up groceries. Anything to get out of the house, away from the garage where Devon was putting Marcus through another round of exercises, away

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.”