Kali Belladonna Fanart Novels & Stories

Still nothing. I study her and add. “If you love nice-smelling fresh flowers, I want to get you at least two hundred stems of Gardenia. I know they smell so good.” When she speaks, her voice is flat and monotonous. “I’ll prefer a Belladonna.” I frown. “Belladonna is a poisonous flower, Bethany.” She flashes me a mean glare that has me quickly apologizing. “Sorry, but it’s a poisonous plant that can cause madness.”

For now, there was nothing she could do to escape this devil unless one of them died. "Hmmm, beautiful, my darling," Bellinor exhaled as he studied her, admiring his bloody mark. Although it should have instantly transformed into an elegant pattern, it looked like an animal had mauled the despondent woman. Bellinor brushed it off, believing it was because Alinta was now wolfless, so the transformation would take longer. He relished how still Alinta was, knowing she had finally accepted her fate. He groaned with delight, enjoying the sensation of how her warm walls cradled his ramrod tightly. Bellinor was in a better mood and gently leaned over his stolen mate to cup her face.

Bella grabbed her coffee and escaped to the backyard, her hands shaking so badly she had to set the mug down. Not yet. As if it was inevitable. As if they were all just waiting for the right moment to cross a line that should never be crossed. She paced the small patio, trying to sort through the tangle in her chest. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. And underneath it all, something she didn't want to name. Want. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Is this Bella Black? She frowned. Yes. Who is this?

She glances at me but seems to dismiss me as unimportant as she flicks her short, blonde hair back behind her ears. “Alpha Kane, it's nice to see you again. Will it be just the two of you tonight or are you expecting others to join you?” she asks. As she does so, she rolls up the sleeves of her white blouse to reveal her marks. No doubt by design. The mark looks quite similar to Bellamy's but is orange in colour instead of black. I guess she's a feline Shifter then. No wonder she's being so reverent towards Bellamy. He nods.

Just her voice - calm, serene. "There is no pain here. Only purpose." The walls of the monastery were covered in art - not paintings, but drawings by children. All identical. A woman with silver hair and black eyes. Belladrix. Nova smiled. "We were not born to obey. We were born to finish what others were too weak to start." Outside, in the courtyard, a black flag with the Voidmark fluttered in the wind. --- Back at the Cathedral, Bella sat with Hope in her arms, rocking gently.

Casting a look of disappointment to Belladonna. I can’t help but laugh inwardly on how the situation flipped so suddenly. Look how powerful words are, sometimes it is best to break the silence rather than avoiding it. Belladonna was blushing with anger and shame. She was so mad but had to play smart. "Don't be silly, Allysa. I would love to have you go out and socialize. That would make me most happy. Come, have a look and pick what you like. I would love to get you some new jewelry to wear for the party."

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

But today, I just agreed to anything that would get my mind off… things! We were seated at the farthest end of the canteen, my eyes wandering the place. Belladonna’s loud laughter rang in my ears and my eyes quickly shifted and settled on her. Like always, she was with her exclusive clique talking about… whatever they talked about. They all had these skimpy outfits that were barely covering their bodies. My eyes stayed glued on her and I recalled what the VC told me. Belladonna was a witch. I am talking a chanting, voodoo crap, monsters, and demons calling witch.

I'm on my toes tonight, my anxiety ticking so fast, one of my demons might spurt and run free with all these devil pets in sight. Francesca, Caelum's cousin did a very good job at styling me, the dress she put me in is very comfortable and unduly exquisite. The glances I've received from not only the men, but the woman has confirmed this dress will take the marketplace by storm when Francesca finally puts replica's of it in stores. The women gathered by the painting of a nude Adonis by a local artist, another shit endorsed mafia brat of an asshole. His painting is horrible, as opposed to the one I'm looking at. I was only staring at it to avoid socialization but now I find it interesting, it

We load up, this has become second nature already, and head to the Belladonna patch in the Northeast corner of the island.The forest here is so lush and green. I don’t normally run this part of the patrol. We don’t tend to get a lot of ocean based attacks so we patrol here, but it is light. I instantly love it here though. The sun is shining through the trees and I can see the individual rays that are sliced by the branches. As I look out the window I see a clearing, similar to the first two. The Belladonna is another beautiful plant With deep indigo blue purple flowers that look like little bells. I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around such beautiful things causing so much pain and s