Isabella Dxd Novels & Stories

she says, making me smile. I glance through it, reading the back. It was about a young girl, Isabella Swan, who was struggling to fight her inner demons. She fought hard to find herself, learning to love and cherish who she was along the way. All while trying to run from her abusive father. And she did all, with the help of the man who had fallen in love with her.

They forced their way in, sending pain through her head: Kalina arriving at the Kingdom of Nigella, meeting a girl named Sekar who looked exactly like her but carried a different aura, and the endless war that followed, even after Kalina never returned, the beginning of Nigella’s great downfall. “Argh, it hurts!” Anantari clutched her head. No one in the room heard her scream. She fought the pain alone until her transparent form slowly faded away, vanishing without a trace. The room fell quiet, though Anantari had just endured an unpleasant ordeal. Reza Abraham had arrived to help, using a repaired artifact to reseal the remnants of black smoke that had escaped from the Abraham estate’s cont

“Am I wrong or am I right, El Diablo?” Drago asked, his men touching their guns on their waists, waiting for the order to strike. “I called you here, not only because I needed your help, but because I know you kidnapped my daughter, now, the only thing that would save your life, the only thing that would prevent my men from emptying their barrels on you is if you answer my questions.”

Abaddon is still fighting off the two who were holding him, both of them shifted while he struggles against them as an already injured human. The sight spurs Dina on, she finishes off the last of the three, leaping towards Abaddon before the third body even hits the floor. She tears the throat from one of them, blood gushing out and covering her face, and the final man leaves Abaddon on the ground, hopefully unconscious and not dead, snarling and snapping his jaws at Dina. She lowers herself to the ground as if submitting and when he comes closer, she pounces, her teeth sinking into his neck, her feet kicking out to slice through his stomach. He rips open with a deafening yell, coating the r

Lucien opened her mouth to say something but a familiar voice came out from nowhere excitedly, " Lucien! You are back!" Isabella jolted snapping her head up to see Ikaya running on their way. She was dressed in jet black coat with a tight pair of skinny black jeans. Her imposer was quite seductive as if she had dressed like that to join a teenage party. Judging by her dress, it seemed like she had just come from human world. Ikaya bolted past through her freezing body. Without caring about her presence, Ikaya jumped herself over Lucien and pulled him into an intimate hug.

“You think I haven’t drowned myself in other women, other names, other bodies, trying to erase her face? But she’s there, Jasmine. Always there.” I met his fury with mine. “Then do something about it!” I yelled. He was silent. “Help me destroy them,” I continued, voice hard. “I know how Drake operates. I know what makes Isabella break. You and I,we know how to ruin things that look perfect.” Xavier studied me again, this time with something different behind his eyes. Not lust. Not mockery. Recognition. “You came here for an alliance,” he murmured. “Not a fuck.”

"If your father finds out his 'porcelain doll' is plotting a coup with a fed, he won’t just erase my existence. He’ll make sure yours is a slow, agonizing descent." Isabella didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned against the stone railing, the moonlight catching the crimson of her dress, making her look like a fresh wound against the night. "My life has been a slow descent since the day he put that rose in your father’s mouth, Dante. I’ve been dead for years. I’m just looking for a way to take the devil down with me."

Diana's child. The younger one cowered against a bookshelf. She couldn't have been more than twelve. Isabelle, Lord Laxus's daughter. His child with Lady Helena. Charlotte had Isabelle cornered, her hand raised threateningly. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about knowing your place," Charlotte hissed. "A few bruises might help you remember." Isabelle whimpered, raising her arms to protect her face. I pushed the door open. "What's going on here?" Both girls froze.

She grabbed Ariella’s hand and pressed something into her palm. A small blade. Old. Warm. “It’s bound to blood,” Isabella said. “Mine. Yours. Hi.” Alexander stared at her. “What are you doing?” “Ending this,” she replied. The man’s smile faded. “You don’t understand what you’re interrupting.” Isabella met his gaze with cold certainty. “I understand exactly what you’re afraid of.” She turned to Ariella. “If the cradle activates fully, they’ll own him. Forever.”

Aria couldn't possibly love me that much and still sleep with Xavier. She was devoted. Loyal. She'd proven that over the years. It can't be true. It just can't. The door creaked open, and I looked up. Isabella stood there in a tiny red dress that barely covered her thighs. Her hips swayed as she walked toward me, a predatory smile playing on her glossy lips. “I thought you might need a break, baby.” Her voice was silk and honey. I forced my eyes back to the screen. “I'm working, Izzy.”