Kali Belladonna Fanart Novels & Stories

“She’s quite the beauty. Too bad she’s going to be my mate.” Belladonna is the biological daughter of Parris Abernathy and his surrogate, Sorrel Raine. He and his fated mate, my cousin Hawthorne Sparks, met for the first time in this world during the inaugural Choosing Ball, one week after the start of this new world. They fell in love at first sight, and within a year they were married. Their eldest daughter, now 18, with her long blond hair and amber skin, has bewitched many of the young witches and wolves of her generation. Now that she’s old enough to find her mate, every young pup and spark is waiting to see who she chooses.

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.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

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?"

Some have on animal makeups like cats, some have on symbolic makeups, and others have on paranormal makeups like vampires, werewolves, dragons, elves, and all that. The first part of the nights are usually the introduction of artworks. And right now, I’m watching as Iyanu uncovers her art. Even I agree that it’s going perfectly. The fluidity of her speech is outstanding, and the way she conveys every symbol of her painting drives the crowd to an applaud. When she finished, she flashed an ear to ear grin to the crowd that keeps cheering her on. And her art gets sold immediately. Because she’s voted as the top performing artist of the night, she gets to cut the huge cake.

My name was Sophie Larkson. In my family, I was the goody-two-shoes my parents adored. At college, I was the innocent and pure campus belle. Nobody knew that in secret, I loved watching videos that made my cheeks flush and my heart race. Whenever I purchased pleasure devices online, I couldn't help but swallow hard and imagine how good it would feel using them. Around guys, I would always find myself getting wet and horny. I had always hidden myself well. Being a model student, I helped my neighbor's son with his studies over the summer break. Little did Mrs. Parker know, her younger son was a voyeur.

"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