Romans & histoires Isabella Magical

Isabella gasped. "You? With your pathetic flicker of magic? You passed?"

Alessandro only stared at her, mouth slightly open, face flushed with something he had no words for yet. Isabella was still face-down in the grass, voice muffled under the pirate hat. “Did I kill him? I didn’t mean to kill my brother on his own birthday.” Laughter scattered the last tension from the air. Dante helped Isabella up and gently straightened the hat on her head. “No, Issa. Your brother is just… enchanted.” “Enchanted by what?” Dante glanced at Azzurra. A small smile touched the corner of his mouth. “Magic.”

Her eyes locked on Isabella like a wolf spotting a bleeding doe. “Well, well,” Ma Hilda said, stepping fully into the room. “Six years. I was beginning to think you’d vanished for good.” Isabella didn’t even flinch. She simply met her gaze. “Hello, ma’am.” “I see nothing has changed,” Macy said, crossing her arms. “Still clinging to Xavier when he’s vulnerable.” Camille’s nostrils flared. “Back off.” “No,” Isabella said calmly, placing a hand on Camille’s arm. “Let them speak.”

she asked with a bow. Belinda’s smile sharpened. “It’s Higher Lords to you, maid. Now scram.” **** Maids’ Quarters It was already night when Isabella slipped back into the common room. Her face was pale, her hands still slightly trembling. The witches’ voices still echoed in her skull. If she hadn’t been useful, she’d be dead by now. She tried to hurry to her cot, but her mother, Mabel—the chief maid—immediately noticed. “Isabella? Where have you been?” Mabel’s eyes narrowed. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. And why are you back with the sheets?”

Isabella couldn't figure out why she would hide something like that from her. “I need to take off this suit first,” she grumbled, getting up from the bed. **** "Hey, have you changed your mind already?” Melody asked, beaming with smiles as she opened the door to let Isabella in. “No, I didn't. I came over to discuss something with you,” Isabella replied, walking into Melody's magical apartment. It was a sweet wooden cottage with more vines and dream catchers than Isabella could count. But it was absolutely beautiful. A soft golden glow lit up the room from the chandelier that hung on the ceiling. It was one of the things that first caught the eyes of whoever stepped into the cottage.

said the girl. "You're welcome, kiddo. You're such a brave kid," Raven said. "Thank you! I'm Isla by the way," the little girl said. "Wow! What a weird name you had," said Lia. "Blame my parents for that," Isla said. "By the way, where are your parents by the way?" Chloe asked. "They're already dead. The dark witch killed them after they found out the truth that it wasn't really me who's in my body," Isla said sadly with teary eyes.

"Don't worry about Fernanda, Bella. I'll take care of her when I get back. Just focus on keeping things under control here." Isabella's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Okay, I'll take care of it." Gabriel leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss. "I love you, Bella. I'll be back soon." As Gabriel left for LA, Isabella watched him go with a mix of emotions. She was happy to have some time to herself, but she was also worried about the mansion and the people in it.

When my vision cleared, I saw Isabella standing before me, her small hands raised and glowing with the same silvery light that now surrounded both of us like a protective bubble. "Isabella!" Terror and confusion warred within me. "How are you—" "I followed the gold strings," my daughter said simply, her eyes shining with otherworldly light. "Grandma needed help." Before I could process her words, Morgana recovered and launched herself at us again, this time with redoubled fury. "The child! Perfect! Both bloodlines in one convenient package!" The protective bubble around us intensified as Isabella faced the charging witch without fear. "You're the bad lady from my dreams," she said, her voice

Her mouth opened in a wide terrifying scream as she watched Elara, the one woman she had taken as her sister drop to the floor, blood dripping out of her artery that had been cut open “No!” She screamed and just as she moved, strong hands wrapped around her. “ “How's the sight, Luna.” “No, no,” Isabella watched Elara gaggle while blood pulled at her feet, “stop, let me go,” she fought in the hands of the men holding her but she was no match. The hands wrapped around her tightly while everything inside her shattered as she watched Elara's hands drop beside her. She was gone. Elara was gone.