Isabel Magnolia Novels & Stories

“Huh?” “We as magical girls should protect the people, not spill the blood of fellow Hamu Kamina. I have learned from that mistake. And now...” Isabel stood tall facing them all, and looked at them with a confident smile. “FOR THE CAMPANIA FAMILY, FOR THE VITANIAN PEOPLE, AND FOR THE PEACE OF THE KINGDOM OF ARCHIPELAHIA, I WILL END ALL OF THIS!!” Isabel pointed her right hand forward and chanted an incantation.

I counted six of them, but their hoods were up and I couldn't see their faces. At the head of the altar stood Isabella, my supposed aunt. She wasn't wearing a robe like the others. Instead, she was dressed in an elaborate red dress that looked like it belonged in a different century. In her hands was a curved dagger with a blade that seemed to absorb the moonlight. "The blood moon reaches its peak," Isabella announced, her voice carrying clearly across the cemetery. "It is time to complete the ritual that will restore our bloodline to its rightful place."

No one said no to him. Isabela arrived unhurried, wearing a black dress that clung to her curves—elegant but with the firm presence of a woman who dominated any room she entered. Her loose hair fell over her shoulders, both an invitation and a warning. Her presence mesmerized men like a siren with her voice or like Medusa with her gaze. Rodrigo’s eyes scanned her from head to toe, but it was she who smiled first—with the confidence of someone who knew she held absolute power and control.

Isabella had once told me that I looked exceptionally sweet and gentle in this color. I had even brought her favorite mango mousse cake. It was still sitting in the front passenger seat, along with a bouquet of white roses. I'd even had a whole speech ready in my head so that she'd forgive me and perhaps even smile back at me. But now, I was told that Isabella was dead. "It's impossible…" I growled, gritting my teeth as the metallic taste of blood spread in my mouth. "This is impossible!" It had to be some twisted game Isabella was playing on me! She had done all this to trick me so that she could run away!

My back straightens on the stool. The footsteps get louder. Closer. Then they stop at the kitchen doorway. Isabela walks in. She looks perfect. Hair smooth. Makeup sharp. Dress tight and short, hugging her body like it was sewn onto her skin. She does not look like someone who was “hurt” or “shaken.” She looks bored. Annoyed. Entitled. Her eyes sweep the room. They pause on me for half a second, then move to Nana. Her lips curl.

Michelle was dead, her father had lost the right path and she was treated as if she was a stranger to the person who was genetically build to love her more than anything else in the world. Isabelle started walking slowly along the driveway that was leading her to the main entrance. The air was full of the scent of the roses, Marie's favorite flowers. She stopped and smelled a beautiful white rose, but paid no attention and the sleeve of her shirt got caught between the thorns. She didn't want to damage the little rose bush and she tried to get rid of it very carefully but to no avail. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shawn's black Ferrari advancing towards her. This was the last thing s

Like a future queen of a mob kingdom. The door to the room opens and Isabella enters. She is dressed in a maroon gown that clings to her trim body. When her eyes land on me she gives out an excited shriek. “Oh my god, Marissa! You look absolutely gorgeous. Like a princess. No, not a princess. Like a….” She taps her cheek with her perfectly manicured nail. “Like a queen to be!” I cringe at her choice of words that are so much like mine, but give her a smile. “Yeah. I’m pretty satisfied as well.”

Isabella stood at her door and said, "If I were you, after saying something like that, I wouldn't sleep here tonight. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you in the middle of the night to prevent you from obstructing my plans?" Madeline put on an eye mask and chuckled. Isabella frowned. "You're still laughing." "There's a clump of camellia outside my room, isn't it?" Madeline asked. "They just bloomed," Isabella replied emotionlessly. "Dying next to a blooming camellia is a blessing. If you want to make a move, go ahead," Madeline said. Isabella fell silent. Madeline rolled over and whispered softly, "My mom loved camellia flowers the most. If I die, I can still bring her a bunch."

she pleaded. "No, I can't," Magnus stood his ground. Isabella released him abruptly, as if jerked away. Her somber expression swiftly transformed into a rebellious one. "You can't confine me here! And you have no right to choose who's good for me and who isn't!" Her eyes blazed with fury. Magnus observed her, aware that her previous display was just a diversion. If she didn't get what she wanted, she would try any means necessary. Isabella was relentless.

She was welcome to come, but she could only observe not fight. Isabella wore a long red and green dress to Midnight Mass with dark brown long boots and white on her legs to be different than normal. She sat with Linda and her mother while Joseph sat behind her. She felt the weight on her now of what was coming, but it was not bothering her too much.