Honey Bee From Black Dynamite Novels & Stories

Raid gushed out of astonishment. “A-amazing! King Beelzebub is really amazing!” the announcer stammered, praising Beelzebub with unfathomable expression in his face. He is showered by his co-demons’ blood. Wait, was Beelzebub the one who made that gruesome deed to his allies? “Kekeke! That was Beelzebub’s skill, Molecular Combustion,” Mammon told to me. “Molecular Combustion? What was that?” I mentally asked him.

I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air. People always said to be forewarned was forearmed, right? I didn't want to help or do anything for that matter as I entered my bed, pulled the duvet up to my chin and ended up staring at the girls face I had sketched and it had one word I had heard. Princess. Becca's POV I love you for your flaws and darkness because your darkness is beautiful. When everything went black, I gave a sigh of relief. He couldn't hurt me here or find me or taunt me. He couldn't touch me because I was dead. Or I hoped I was.

She held my gaze for a long moment, the way she always did when she knew I was lying but had decided to let it pass—for now. "Eat something before you—" "I’ll grab something on the way." I pulled the door open. "I love you." "I love you too. Don’t let them eat you alive." I laughed despite myself. "I’ll try." --- The walk to Blackthorn took eleven minutes on a normal morning. Today I did it in eight. My brain needed something to focus on besides replaying last night like a horror film I hadn’t consented to watching. Cole Ashford. Blood on the ice.

"Oh no. Please daddy, don't cum in me, you'll get me pregnant. Please no. No. No." "Heather you have to stop or I'm going to cum!" Honey stood suddenly and kissed her sister deeply. I clenched my teeth and held on but I was quickly losing the fight. "Take it inside you." Honey said, breaking the kiss. "Take Daddy's sperm into your body, into your pussy. I'll lick it all out of you, baby. Do it. Do it." "Oh yeah..." Heather said in a high pitched whimper. "Oh God!"

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

Damon calmed down when he could breath normally but his face was still on fire. Natalie frowned while sniffing him cigarette. She opened the half burnt cigarette and gasped. "Oh my god, Damon! This is black pepper... Why does your cigarette have black pepper powder in it..." Damon's eyes snapped towards Mira when he realised that she has done this. Mira smirked while rubbing his back gently. "Don't be surprised, husband..." She whispered mockingly. "You saw this coming!... You started something and fortunately didn't finish, I started something and didn't finish. Now we are equal!"

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

Lorez seems to notice this and speaks up, “She smells delightful doesn’t she? I researched that your kind are attracted to the scent of melody bee honey from the land of Rashan. I had some imported a few week ago in anticipation.” The man has certainly been busy. I don’t like that he knows such a facts about vampires, but thankfully that is not a fact toward me. The honey is nothing but an enjoyment for me, so at least he won’t have an advantage with the knowledge. I need to be more wary of what he might know though.

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

The sky above is as bleak as the hollow space inside me. Slake, my boy. Amelia wails beside me, inconsolable. She hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t spoken sense since the morgue. The moment she saw his body, torn open, neck ripped, she collapsed against me. ‘Bring him back, Damian... he isn’t answering my call…’ Her voice that night still claws through my memory. Earlier today, I read the autopsy report: ‘Cause of death, fatal dose of venom, spread systemically. Heart stopped instantly…’