Voldemort Bellatrix Novels & Stories

Artemisia looked at the confused woman, that was clearly poison and, particularly, the young woman already had both feet in the grave to drink anything made with the devil's plant. “Don't look at me like that, you're more dead than alive, so there's no better medicine than one that becomes poison.” Leonore took a glass and left two fingers of the liquid as purple as wine, the smell of belladonna filled the room and the redhead held out the poisoned glass to the young woman. Artemisia could have sworn she saw purplish smoke from the outline of a tombstone. He must have been delirious. “Well, if I die it will be a favor I do a lot of people.” Artemisia said and took the goblet, enjoying the lo

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Locking eyes with her as she loomed over me like a dark angel ready to take my soul. She scowled; annoyance carved in her ethereal features. “This is borderline creepy. Stop coming in here, unannounced and like a stalker.” A malevolent smile stretched upon my lips, darkness swirling in my orbs as they bore into hers. “I don’t need to be here to know your every move.” Bellatrix rolls her eyes, “As if I’m not aware that you have your people watching me.”

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

and she was in her office with her Mistress on the floor on her back, just lying there in the middle of the room lifeless. She crawled towards her and shook her. No wound, but she smelled bad….but she wasn’t…she was…. “Mistress” and then she was doing chest compressions for some minutes, but nothing was happening. There was unshed tears in her eyes and she went faster, and still no result. “Mistress” she pleaded and turned her on her side rubbing her back.

They followed without question. I took out the map as I studied it closely, then at that moment, I knew something was up with the Map. Before I could place my finger on exactly what was bothering me, a familiar sneering voice cut through my concentration. "Too weak to run, slave? See you at Dust," Vex from Ironhold pack called out, charging past us at full speed with his partner barely keeping pace. His words stung more than I wanted to admit, but they also confirmed my suspicions.

“Witchcraft—” “Villainess—” The word struck like a thrown dagger, cutting straight through the noise. Villainess. Seren’s pulse faltered. The System flickered, words slicing across her vision like smug lightning. [New Identity Confirmed: Villainess Omega.] [Directive Initiated: Rule through fear, desire, or both.] The glowing HUD pulsed bright enough that wolves nearest her actually shielded their eyes, mistaking it for divine fire. Kael’s arm around her waist tightened, his low growl silencing the pack. But the damage was already done—the chant had begun. A chant not for her, but against her.

So caught by the hope illuminating her eyes, that I miss the VonTassel kid moving to pull the cupcake from beneath the seat. Her yelp filling the cabin, had me grabbing air, and the retard proving why his clan was every bit as respected as the McDougans. Their speed, lightning fast if not legendary, leaving me to growl from my seat as he holds the kid at the front of the aisle. “Your blood or your life?” The changed vamp hisses in her ear before making a sloppy lick at her vein. “NEVER!” Her scream comes with a full body flail as he holds her off the ground by the hair. I know I have to move before the others get their wits about them, but him dropping her on the metal……

I locked the door, and pushed her to the ground. "Ouch!" She said, brushing her shoulder. "You b*tch! Do you think you can handle everything now that you decided to go against me?! Just you wait, I'll make sure that you, and him, gets drowned in despair!" I yelled, outraged. My face turned red as a result of my wrath. All of the sudden, Charlotte went silent. She stood up on her own, and brushed the dust attached on her garments. "What?! Have you gone mute—""So you're saying that you can defeat me, and Damien?" She looked up to me, looking at my eyes.

"The Luna of the Werewolves appeared before the Lord of Vampires…" Could it be the same Luna that the Lord of Vampires challenged earlier? The Lord of Vampires was startled by how she managed to appear before him. He has already concluded long ago that she has lost all her powers but yet she still managed to break through the spells protecting the Vampires coven. He had long waited for her to show up all this while but she didn't but here she is… She looked extremely beautiful in the long silky dress that she was putting on. She looked just like a human but the only distinguishable character was her eyeballs; halved yellow and black that shimmered like the sun and moon.