Lazarus De LoughreyI didn’t think Bellatrix could get any more intriguing, but she found ways to surprise me.I wanted to see the true essence of her skills therefore I brought her to my exclusive training grounds knowns as Neo Grave. It was an open field in the middle of the forest, an expansive space within a dome. The dome is translucent and I’m able to control the material of the barrier, while also shifting the environment within the dome from the vast greenery to a training room of black walls.Neo Grave was filled with all kinds of weapons, even prototypes. Ranging from target practice to combat, there were even simulations for individuals to practice their shooting skills in a more realistic environment.Sadly, when you kill a simulation, there is no blood, and that was rather disappointing.“Are you really going to let Valeria and Bellatrix fight, hand-to-hand combat.” Maddox exclaimed, growling in disapproval. “This is fucked up, even for you.”That itching flares under my
Lazarus De LoughreyBellatrix let out a melodious laugh, airy and sweet. It was an addictive and enticing sound that I wanted to hear again, there wasn’t malice behind the trigger but a sliver of arrogance at besting Valeria.Valeria stared at her wide-eyed, speechless for the first time in her life. Her gaze twinkled in awe and newfound admiration.The fight was exhilarating, the brutality and force from both side yet an unexpected twist in victory. I doubted Bellatrix’s strength, deemed her unmatched against a wolf. She surpassed my expectations and bested a great warrior.Bellatrix was marvellous.This was my mate, the one blessed to me by the Moon Goddess – a human with the power to rival werewolves.Something wrapped around my soul, flames of indignation and adoration. The praise was sweet on my tongue, a temptation that desperately wanted to draw out that radiant smile from her lips. Although I was never given the opportunity, the crushing weight of detestation boiling my blood
Bellatrix Sinclair“How?” Lazarus gritted.“It remains unknown, according to the guards there wasn’t any foul play.” Christian relayed.Their voices fade into the background as I remember the initial conversation I had with Bonnie when she arrived at the palace, amid the gloating she spoke of Lazarus imprisoning Nathan. I recall her vague reasoning, “Something about selling weapons to a rebellion.” She waved dismissively, “Honestly who cares.”I fucking cared. Bonnie didn’t realize the value in her information, I’ve been searching for the Human Rebellion while Nathan had been in contact with them. It had to be for money considering his disdain for humankind, he believed werewolves superior and handing over weapons wasn’t anything to stress over.But he royally fucked up.However, his death came as a shock to me because werewolf laws don’t enforce a strict punishment upon wolves opposed to humans. We were tortured endless and bloodily, wolves practically get a slap on the wrist.Except
Bellatrix SinclairI didn’t expect Lazarus to show me his weapons collection, but I wasn’t complaining, staring in awe at the different guns pristinely showcased on the rakes.Glancing over my shoulder towards Lazarus, lifting a teasing brow. “It’s only logical that you keep guns away from me, I’m an expert remember – playing with fire by showing me where you keep them.”He takes calculative steps towards me, chuckling softly and darkly. Capturing my jaw in a gentle grasp, tipping until our eyes are locked on each other. “I told you to try your best to kill me Ma Cherie.” His voice smooth as whiskey, “I’m counting on you to do your best.”“Dangerous words King Lazarus.” I grin cheekily.His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.”Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here.“Good girl.”Heat flourishes to my cheeks whenever he calls me that. I shouldn’t like be
Bellatrix Sinclair“You missed a spot.” Lazarus pointed towards the decadent vases upon the shelves above the fireplace.Clenching my teeth and wiping down the vases with the rag, “Don’t you have a Kingdom to run?” I sarcastically remarked.Lazarus closed the distance between us, familiar sparks of hunger cultivating in my chest and flames of desire searing my back from his intense gaze. His hands decadently scorch my skin, fire exuding from his touch as he caresses my thighs.My breath hitched, Lazarus provoking me with these electrifying sensations. I shiver at the way he kneads my skin, goosebumps arise while I fought the urge to melt into his touch. His heated breath against my ear has my eyes rolling back.“I rather enjoy the show of watching you bend over in this sexy maids uniform and show me that pretty ass that I own.” His voice pure whiskey sin, “Hmm Ma Cherie, I think you like when I play with you.” He teased, darting between my thighs and massing the damp spot in my lacy t
Lazarus De LoughreyI knew being summoned by The Syndicate wasn’t a good thing.A loud bang resounded, a familiar deep voice roaring. “How fucking dare you!”“You had one job.” That aggravating high-pitched feminine voice screeched, “And now you are telling us that you won’t have an heir.”Another feminine voice spoke, “You have forgotten your place.” She snapped, her voice lethal and dead. “You are privileged and spoiled. We gave you the crown and we can just as easily take it away.”All seven council members established the Werewolf Kingdom and continued to fund the nation. The Syndicate held the power to replace me as King and they never failed to remind me every chance they got.They call me spoiled and yet I have listened and fulfilled all their requests because I have no other choice.Darkness loomed over the court, shadowing the members while I stood below and awaited judgement. I knew directly in front of me sat the Head of The Syndicate – my uncle, Donovan Van Acker.“I manag
Bellatrix SinclairThere was a significant shift in his mood when he returned, a melancholy cloud looming over his head while his rage simmered to the surface.“The Vampire Diaries again.” Christian groaned, plopping down next to Valeria and stealing her batch of buttery popcorn.They all wave me off casually, engrossed in Elena’s discovery of being Katherina’s doppelganger. My focus was completely on Lazarus, he raced past without a second glance, yanking off his tie. “Lazarus.” I called, but he presses forward without a response.Trudging into his room, readying to slam the door in my face. “What the hell Lazarus!” I shouted, evading the attack.He tore off his jacket, frantically running his fingers through his hair. “Just leave Bellatrix.”“No. I’m not leaving.” I declared, shaking my head. “This obviously has something to do with The Syndicate.”“DONT!” He snapped, turning around and his eyes darkened, “You don’t get to ask me questions on what goes on there.”“Maybe I don’t have
Bellatrix SinclairHis voice brought upon tranquillity, something I’ve lost in Lazarus presence.“Did I hear you correctly?” Emmett repeated. “During the Mate Selection, you were matched to King Lazarus?”“Yes.”“So you are his mate?”“Apparently.” Mates were divine connections for werewolves, a blessing from their Moon Goddess.Emmett released an exasperated breath, “I don’t think you realise what you are in for.”Rolling my eyes. “My priority is getting out of here. We are on the same page; we don’t want anything to do with each other.”“Angel.” His sullen tone murmured, “He might say all that, but I read somewhere that a werewolf cannot resist a mate bond. It’s an intertwining of souls, something you cannot fight.”I chuckled. “Good thing I’m not a werewolf, I don’t feel that connection.”He grew suspiciously silent. “Hello? Emmett?”He whispered in question. “Do you really feel nothing for him?”Goosebumps arose on my skin, ice coursing through my veins because why was I consideri
Bellatrix SinclairThe final stages of the competition would take place tomorrow, during the week in which I became Prince Thalion’s aide I saw the lengths these women would go to garner his favor – especially Cassandra.They kissed ass and it was in vain. Prince Thalion was kind, mirroring the statement of forgiving but never forgetting. I narrowed my eyes at him, studying his demeanor as Cassandra giggled, handing over a tray of assorted macaroons. This was a tactic in her apology for disgracing him, providing different sweets as a peace offering.“Thank you, Cassandra.” Prince Thalion smiled.She glanced at me, disgust washing over her features for a brief second before that plastic smile pulled at her lips. She bowed, blushing. “I made them myself, I hope they are to your liking. Please enjoy, Prince Thalion.”She left and I scoffed bitterly, casting him a dry look. “Don’t tell me you buy that nonsense that it’s homemade?”Prince Thalion’s smile was dazzled with a hint of mischief
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus gently laid Thalion onto the bed, changing his room to one of the master suite’s. A teasing smile tugged at my lips, “Thought you hated him?”Suddenly, he caught my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I still do.”I rolled my eyes, clearly the actions weren’t aligning if he truly despised Thalion. “But I appreciate his warning.” He murmured softly. “I’m grateful to anyone who wants to protect you.”A sudden jolt shot through my heart, a stumble in my pulse that had me squeezing his hand. Lazarus has disturbed the peace and twisted my mind into craving this possession, his love.Even when I knew this was wrong, even though I knew it would become a hindrance in the future.Thalion’s words echoed, playing on a loop. Death was inevitable but one filled with suffering and regret was something I didn’t want.Tugging him along, straight into his room. “We need to talk.”Bathed in darkness, unable to hear the party downstairs. Reluctantly I let his hand go an
Bellatrix SinclairI teetered the edge of curiosity and fear, my breath held captive in my lungs until they burned. “Do you wish to know your future?” He asked in a gentle tone.Swallowing the doubt creeping into my mind, hesitant as the words slipped out. “Yes.”He leaned in slightly, peering into my soul with softened eyes. Each colour glowed within the darkness, captivating me like a spell. Silence stretched between us, thickened by unspoken tension as he stared into my eyes – yet I couldn’t look away.Thalion blinks, extinguishing the glow in his irises. “The future is unpredictable, written in sand and not stone.”Puffing out my lips, humming a teasing tune. “I think I’m finally able to understand your poetic way of speaking.”He chuckles, a flicker of amusement washing over his features. “My speech changes when I use my ability.”Suddenly the atmosphere shifted, thickened by desolation. Thalion features softened with traces of sadness. “I hope you never encounter the darkest par
Bellatrix SinclairWarmth emitted from Thalion’s hand as he took ahold of mine, leading me away from the grandiose event and outside the palace into a different area that left me unsettled. This path was bathed in darkness, illuminated by a massive fountain spilling water high into the air like fireworks.We take our seats at the edge of the fountain, an icy sensation washing over my body from the cold stone. Unease curdled in my chest, “Why did you bring me here, Prince Thalion?”He raised his head, gazing upon the vast sky. “I assumed that you needed a break from smiling, especially when it never reached your eyes.”An itch flared along my collarbone, agitated by others reading my mind so easily. Arching a challenging brow at him, “What about you? You always wear your hair in a bun but tonight you wore it down.”“You caught me.” The corners of his lips lifted into a bittersweet smile, “I should be used to the stares by now.” He lets out a quiet chuckle, “The look of disgust however,
Lazarus De LoughreyFire roared in my chest, flames spilling into my veins and setting my body alight as I watched Bellatrix and Thalion dance. She was different with him; her radiant smile and glowing aura resembled the sun shining with happiness.Something I’m unable to give her, my heart and happiness. I can only offer my soul and that doesn’t seem like enough because there is nothing left of it.Consumed by my own thoughts, I lost sight of Bellatrix and Thalion. A vicious pounding ignited in my chest, a lump forming in my throat as fear surged through my bloodstream. Frantically searching through the crowd for them, but they have completely disappeared.“King Lazarus, you shouldn’t have such a look on your face.” Emmett said casually, sipping on a champagne.I scowled. “What look?”“Like you want to kill someone.”“I always look like this, why do you have a problem now?” I questioned, annoyed.Emmett had interrupted my search for the pair, my rage was ready to explode if he didn’t
Bellatrix SinclairThe tension between them sizzled with disdain, crackling like lightening ready to strike. They were shooting daggers at each other above my head and that acrimony spilled into the atmosphere around us. My cheeks ached from this forced smile while Lazarus and Thalion didn’t care to fake pleasantries.Even though we were fucking live!This was beyond uncomfortable, like ants crawling on my skin. Dancing my gaze between them with this aggravating smile, “Can you two please act properly so I can leave.”Prince Thalion smiled at Lazarus, “It seems that you are upsetting your participant.”Lazarus’s jaw tensed, malice dripping from his dark eyes. “Don’t begin to understand what Bellatrix wants.”I exhaled sharply, pressure building in my chest while I remained composed in front of the camera. They have no idea the repercussions of their actions, especially because it will backfire upon me. I’m the human, I’m already treading on thin ice with the public despite my popularit
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus radiated an aura of distilled enmity, seeping into the radioactive silence between us. He marched with me in toe, not yielding in his punishing grip on my arm. “Lazarus, I need to-““Don’t speak.” He commanded steely.Pressing my lips tightly together, suppressing the irritation bubbling in my chest. He burst into his room and threw me onto the bed, bathing us in a hue of red lights as I briefly catch a glimpse from the window of the starry night sky.I blinked and suddenly – Lazarus loomed over me; eyes locked upon mine with an overwhelming presence that left me breathless.“What are you doing?” I gritted out in annoyance, “Get off me Lazarus, I need to return to the palace.”“You aren’t going anywhere.” He stated definitively, darkness swirling in his eyes. “Ma Cherie, you forget who you belong to.”My fingers dug int
Bellatrix SinclairMy brows drew together in confusion, “That has been the known answer for years, even before I existed. It’s a tale as old as time.”He smiled softly, an aura of wisdom radiating from his features. “Do you know what a prophecy means?”My face fell, emulating an expression of watching paint dry. “Predicting what will happen in the future.”“Forgive me, I did not mean to question your intelligence.” Prince Thalion laughed, the sound decadent to the ears and ringing a soft tune. “I’m simply sparking debate upon your knowledge.”Narrowing my eyes at him playfully as I pursed my lips. “I cannot resist a challenge.”“The future is ever-changing, and the interpretation of a prophecy mirrors the same sentiment. As you have disclosed, the mistreatment of hybrids is a tactic to suppress the fulfilment of this prophecy. What they have not realize
Lazarus De Loughrey“I didn’t expect her to be so knowledgeable on Elven culture. Prince Thalion was quite impressed by her and has chosen her to be his aide.” Emmett informed, beaming with pride.The palace that housed all the participants was built with hidden tunnels centuries ago, along with hidden rooms that had no doors. The only entrance and exit were through the tunnel, one could use this information to their knowledge and keep someone imprisoned here for an eternity.It was a maze, like my own castle.Initially I came to teach Bellatrix the Elven etiquette in order to impress Thalion, briefing her on the culture and making her stand out.But she did that all on her own.There was an emptiness that seeped into my chest, emotions that didn’t seem rational were fizzling in my brain as flames soared through my veins. Bellatrix had this magnetic power that had everyone gravitating towards her, intrigued by the very essence of her soul.And I hated it. I didn’t like the attention s