Kali Belladonna Fanart Novels & Stories

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.

"Camila, playboy is here to see you". Someone announced. A half naked lady nodded slightly to the person that delivered the message. Camila look super hot, her big artificial breast stood firmly above her half push-up bra, her p*ssy line showing beneath the net string pant she wore. Her large artificial cheek butts wasn't plain, it had different colours and drawing of orthodox sighs, Italian language, a black butterfly and a pink snake leading up to her back and connectes to another drawing. Her pink hair stop right about her collar bone exposing the drawing of a dick and crucifix she drew on her back.

But when she was not wearing her tribal wear, her beautiful face seemed to look somewhat malevolent. Tap! Tap! Tap! As the woman appeared, countless poisonous vermin crawled out from under the roofs, from the grass, and the ponds. Scorpions, centipedes, venomous snakes… All venomous creatures. This was one of the most powerful techniques of the Belladonna Cult. This scene was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the Island Nation elites, who were not scared of death. All of them exchanged a glance, fear flashed in their eyes. At the same time, they instinctively wanted to leave, as if they had lost control of their bodies.

ALEX I found Bella in the art studio three days after our conversation about BDSM. She'd been spending more time there, slowly reclaiming the part of herself Marcus had tried to destroy. Today she was working on a painting—abstract swirls of color that somehow managed to convey both chaos and hope. "It's beautiful," I said from the doorway. She startled, paintbrush splattering blue across the canvas. "I didn't hear you." "Sorry. Habit from the military—quiet footsteps." I crossed to stand beside her, studying the painting. "What does it represent?"

It might seem like an ordinary tattoo to the untrained eye, but it was, in truth, a soul-binding sigil. Beside it was a mark in the shape of a belladonna flower. The flower, positioned just below his neck, had remained hidden by Landon's preference for high-collared shirts. Now, drawn by curiosity, Aria tugged him closer and pulled his collar down. The belladonna flower, known for its poisonous nature, symbolized danger and death. Yet, in certain myths, it also guided lost souls toward peace, embodying the paradoxical gentleness of a demon. It was not a symbol an ordinary person would choose to bear, as it was often seen as a harbinger of misfortune.

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.

"They taste better than aquar. Perhaps I should've roasted that piece first. You should try it." She sighed, but then she smiled. "No thanks. I'm good with the radiance transfer." "Well, I like that too," his eyes narrowed in wicked hunger. He sniffed the air and concentrated on the sounds. "There's another one in the city." Bellera looked around one more time, appreciating the serene ambiance of the woods. She then followed Lewtant towards the city. She casually copied the face of the girl Lewtant just killed. She didn't think the feeble Earthlings would be able to ignore a Welkin, green-skinned, dressed in crystals and flaring Altarian Radiance running around town. She caught a glimpse of

[Gia's POV] Staring into Kali’s eyes, I knew our fates were sealed. Kali's eyes were a deep, soulless black, like dark pits of coal. In them, I saw swirls of fiery red, reflecting the flames of destruction and death that burned within him. His grin was wicked and sadistic, revealing his true malicious intent. I did not falter or look away, as he marched straight towards me, with a grin that was twisted and malevolent, a clear sign of his sadistic joy.

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

“Please leave, Kade.” So she had it in her to be shy. The sight before me was turning my head cloudy. “I'm not going anywhere, Belladonna. The only way to get rid of me is by finishing what you were doing.” She looked back at me before looking away again, cursing under her breath. She sighed, took a deep breath, cursed again, then she resumed what she was doing, pushing the fake dick out of her before she pushed it back in, rubbing the small vibrating one on her clit. She moaned softly, her feet digging into the bed.