Sirius Black Bellatrix Lestrange Novels & Stories

She yelled in tears. “ Oh pathetic little thing. Too bad I'm not moved by tears. " Arya clicked her tongue. " The chit chat is over now. Let's begin. “ Arya said and stretched her hand and a black light emitted from it, black magic. She pointed the light towards Bellamy and it enveloped her. " No! “ Sebastian screamed. They were not yet dead. She had tied them up and was waiting for Bellamy to complete the sacrifice. She tried taking their powers but it seemed like they were protected and no amount of incantations broke the protection.

Chapter twelve Emera Black I stare at the long mirror on the wall admiring the little black dress I wore which hugged my curve like a second skin. I paired it with a sliver heels and purse. My face carried no makeup only a blood red lipstick on my lips and mascara to pop out my large green eyes.

I growled at him and pulled her behind my back, taking my possession away from his reach. "It's settled then..." she said behind my back. "But..." I was about to object when she pulled me down for a hot scorching kiss. I could hear Ranulf chuckled in the background. "Whenever you're done kids, take your precious time. I'm enjoying the show..." What he said made me backed away from her, but not before I gave her another kiss. Her lips were sexily swollen, and she was breathing heavily when she finally gets her bearing. "Let me call Rain. I believe he can help us out with the portal to hell." She said as she took her phone, and call her friend.

I sigh and open it "What do you want?" "Miss Bella Arthur." He says "I’m not involved in anything." "I’m afraid you are Miss Bella." He responds "No, I’m not. Whichever criminal you are looking for is not here neither am I working with anyone." I tell him confidently. My heart is beating out of my rib cage but I can’t let him know that I’m slightly intimidated. The guard looks like he is about to speak but before he could, the other bodyguard standing next to him speaks "The Lycan sent us here."

The first thing I noticed as I stared back at her were her bloodshot eyes, and then the strong smell of alcohol as she spoke. "Lee, you got her drunk?!" I yelled at my sister. "Sorry, I forgot she was human and not immune to alcohol like us." Leila replied shrugging. "Regardless! You do not go about getting people drunk. What the hell is wrong with you!" "But I... I ain't dr..unk" Bellatrix slurred with a grin. "Leli just took..me out to have...have a lot of fun. See, I've never — had so much...much fun in my whole life." She was stuttering, her words stumbling over each other in a drunken innuendo.

I grit through my teeth. “Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.” My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.” Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically. He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”

Madame replied. Following the tone of her voice, Bellatrix hurries over to Madame, who is now sitting by the lake with a human body in her lap. The face is not visible as the head is in Madam's lap. Bellatrix went on. Bellatrix sees a handsome young man lying unconscious on Madam's lap.

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

“Deliver this directly to Sire.” “Fantastic,” I muttered. “So now I’m an experiment and a wine bottle.” Doctor Luria gave me a look that was almost sympathetic. “Or perhaps something more. Sire doesn’t keep personal feeders. If he’s chosen you, there’s a reason.” Before I could ask her what that meant, the door opened. The air in the room shifted instantly, growing heavier, sharper. My chest tightened before I even looked. Perth Otho stepped inside. His eyes — storm-grey, cold and unyielding — locked onto mine. The weight of his stare rooted me to my chair, pinning me in place. He didn’t look at Doctor Luria, or the assistant, or anyone else. Just me.

“This ghost belongs to me.” When she entered the ballroom, silence rippled. The air bent around her the infamous Donna of New York, draped in black silk, flanked by two guards who moved like shadows. The chandeliers glittered above, their light catching on the diamonds at her throat and the quiet wrath in her eyes. Her stepmother Eveline Langston-DeMarco now stood at the center of a small circle of power brokers. Her beauty had aged into something brittle, her smile stretched too thin. When she saw Bianca, the color drained from her face before she quickly masked it with charm.