Irene Belserion Novels & Stories

My eyes almost popped out from my face. “Why? Why do you not trust me completely?” I simply asked, brushing off the fear and anxiety that started to boil inside me. “The creator of the Hearteaters is a witch…” I straightened my back as she started. “Her name resembles yours. It was Eliane.” “Eliane?” Yes, it did sound similar. The same, even. “Eliane is the most trusted High Priestess of the Trinity Goddess: Selena, Aurora, and Stella. But, she eventually becomes envious of how the werewolves worship the three deities. She wanted to be recognized, to be known.”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Dont worry about that Vivian, I just want to continue reading my book, thank you for your concern" I smiled at her, genuinely, she was looking out for me. "Okay miss" she said, bowed and walked away. The second my door closed, I pried my book and flipped back to where I was. I made a mental note to ask Damian about Beros and his connection to the deity later on. My eyes wandered back to the black ink on the pages of the book. "Elariana, the goddess of the moon, the guardian of the night creatures and the mother of the wolves..." Elariana, I whispered the name. Such a beautiful name. It seemed similar to mine but the name seemed to hold so much power. A sudden chill ran through me at the thou

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

Neon highlighted, wondering. ” No. I know them. It's her but her personality different. Just don't let your man be found." ” Yes, Alpha!" After a while... Belerick entered the office room of Ernold who had meetings with his all directors. Waiting for him, he grabbed the magazine and rested himself on the couch. The front page had a photo of the latest famous model who was supposed to be his fourth mate until Kiara appeared not only as his mate but was blessed with a Goddess.

“So vampires are nosy.” “Yes.” Irene smiled slightly. “That’s disappointingly normal.” “Do not mistake normal for harmless.” His tone changed enough that her smile faded. “But…you think they might come after me.” “I think you are the newest part of my life and a human, therefore the easiest part to investigate.” Ares looked at her wrist. “Keep the bracelet on.” “I do.” “Even on your days at home.” “I already wear it.” “And I want you to continue.” Irene glanced down at the dark metal. “I thought this was mostly about Kael.”

Somehow, every time she saw the man leave like that, ignoring her and always emotionless when facing her, Irene felt a tightness in her chest. "Miss Irene." a woman's voice suddenly called out to her. Irene flinched and immediately turned to the woman wearing the housemaid uniform. "I'm sorry, did I startle you, Miss? I tried to make some noise, but it seems like you didn't hear my footsteps." she said with a regretful tone. "It's okay. Maybe I'm not used to werewolves around here." Irene replied with a sad smile towards the woman in front of her. The woman standing in front of her now was none other than a female werewolf and a servant of the Alpha King, Adam Hemmings.

She pressed them close, feeling their warmth , yet something darker stirred. Behind her, Selene’s eyes narrowed. “Mother,” she whispered, “look upon her.” Nyra turned, hands trembling. Seated upon the shattered throne was a single figure: her eldest daughter, Iris Ashfire, once thought stillborn, now standing in obsidian armor threaded with molten veins. She was eight summers old, her skin burned with living fire , her hair fell in sparks like cinders. Her eyes, however, were impossible pools of endless night. The assembly gasped , Ryker’s jaw dropped , Kaelia’s arms trembled.

She also has highly trained guards in her kingdom. "I'm awfully sorry to bother you both in such an intimate moment. The boats are ready to leave."Irene says with a kind but guilty smile. Her beautiful ceremonial purple armour flying around in the wind. Her majestic purple hair following the breeze. I nod and smile, "Thank you, Lady Irene, we'll be there soon."

“Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren has her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion bisnonna made to counter it.” Tiberius shuddered at the mention of Melania. “That creepy bitch is gone.” Darren still looked skeptical. “I promise. I killed Melania myself and made sure Tiberius was no longer under her spell.” Katrina assured. I blinked. “Wait, you killed Melania? But… but bisnonna said the only one who could do that is a… is a... Berardi witch.” My eyes widened as it all clicked. I pulled from Darren’s grip and rushed my sister, laughing with delight as I pulled her from the chair, spinning her.