Hermione/bellatrix Novels & Stories

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.”

I shot Bellatrix a look, and she just grinned at me. "By the way, bestie. This is Chandler, my fiancé," she said, introducing the man. I was surprised by what she said, but I didn't hesitate to extend my hand and introduce myself. "I'm Seraphena Ariel. Call me Sariel; Bellatrix is my best friend." I stammer with a sly smile. I thought he wouldn't shake my hand, but Bellatrix nudged him. Hmm, I smell something ununderstandable. But his stance doesn't make it obvious.

"Yes, Alpha, right away." "Do you think any of the men from Killian's pack have returned? Surely, they wouldn't be so stupid," Finn commented as Gunnar left. "No, I don't think so but it pays to be safe. I think…"Brodi was interrupted by a loud bell from Finn's phone. His second glanced down at the text. liv: Hey finn! Can you round up someone to come sit with brand? We've gotten the shieldmaiden into the bath!! finn: lol of course, luna. I'll send someone. any change?

It had wings and it between were two initials. EH I wondered who EH was. I wanted to ask him but he questioned me instead, making me look up at him again. "Sophomore?" I nodded. But he suddenly bent near my ear. Very close. Too close to my liking. "Words Bella." Oh. My. God. My inner vixen was screaming and moaning at the way my name rolled out of his tongue. I never liked my name better. I blushed tomato red. For a second I even stopped rubbing his shirt as I processed how he said my name.

“Looks like one, from what I’ve heard. I’ve never actually been to one. My family isn’t exactly friendly with the vampires after what they did to my mother.” “Right,” she says, looking back into the bowl and frowning. I can feel her anxiety through the bond. “What is it baby? What does this image mean?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her protectively. She looks up at me. “This is the locator spell. That creepy mansion is where Laris Bevan is living and where he’s possibly hiding Levana.”

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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.”

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.