Bellatrix Sinclair“Impressed you how?” I said dryly, aggravated by this obvious ridicule.Lazarus strolled towards me, his gaze sparkling devilishly while the edges of his lips lifted subtly. “You were quick on your feet; your reaction time is faster than I anticipated, and your combat skills are impressive.”Narrowing my gaze, “I sense a but. You never give compliments without critics.”He smiled, “You know me well,” taking a lock of my hair and gently playing with it. “Xander was a stroke of luck, what are you going to do if it’s someone of my size.”I swallowed, a fluttering initiating in my chest at his actions, they were distracting, and I’ve noticed that he’s been doing it frequently. “Utilize my skills-“Before I could speak, he grabbed my hand and twisted my body until my back was plastered against his chest. His grip tightened on my right hand, “Now what are you going to do?” he whispered into my ear that cause goosebumps to arise.Making a move to elbow him in the stomach w
Lazarus De LoughreyI trusted Bellatrix to handle herself, however it didn’t mean that I wanted to leave her alone.Elias Harrison was the first Alpha to support my succession to the throne which garnered my respect, something that the other Alpha’s aren’t privileged to. I respected his opinions and let him express his grievances without being filtered.He’s one of the only Alpha’s who doesn’t strictly follow the Iron Laws, combining the Darkmoon Tribe with the Red District. They lived in a harmonious environment which made me much more lenient to chastise him.“You spoke of recent trading regarding witches.” I began, taking a seat.Elias handed over a folder and at first glance, the paperwork involved a detailed analysis of profitability while highlighting the aid it will provide to the soldiers at the border. “Approximately 30% will be given to the soldiers.”“That steep, even for you.”“They offered more than I anticipated, and I wasn’t going to object.”Skimming through the papers
Bellatrix SinclairAn iridescent glow settled upon the Darkmoon Tribe, the epitome of wealth and prosperity. Roads that interconnected within a maze to enter the city, impossibly tall skyscrapers with projections of advertisement. There was even one promoting the new killer slasher movie, a man with a mask plunging his knife into the street with faux blood splattering everywhere.The streets were thriving, people taking selfies near pop-up stores, rich aroma of chicken and mushroom pot pie, roasted cashews and sweetened chocolate. “Is that a chocolate factory?” I pointed, the bright colours catching my attention.“Yes, it’s a popular brand called Cocoa Enchantment. The factory here has a mini adventure land for children, although it only happens five times a year.”“Wow.” My jaw dropping in awe. I heard of this chocolate in the Academy, humans weren’t given such luxury. Although I haven’t been able to taste it until now.I’m far too engrossed by the pulsating atmosphere and the Kingdo
Bellatrix SinclairI call Bonnie and the line continues to ring until I get her voicemail. She disappeared after Lazarus sent her back to the Green District, all my text messages going unanswered. Bonnie tends to hold a grudge, and forgiveness was clearly not on her radar anytime soon.Next, I try Colton. Our text messages span over a few days, never too indebt beyond pleasantries and how we were doing. His phone continues to ring, after the third try and getting his voicemail – I give up.After experiencing Lazarus’s cruelty and ruthlessness, I couldn’t stay here any longer. I needed to form a plan of escape and Colton and Bonnie are the only people who would be able to help me. Scrolling through my contacts, stopping at Emmett’s name.My heart hammered in my chest, echoing in my ears. Thoughts spiralling out of control, a jittery sensation overwhelming my body. A blackhole of despair seemed to devour me from the inside, was there truly no escape from this hell?Emmett wasn’t even in
Bonnie SinclairKicking the toy chest in frustration, “Fucking Bellatrix.” These four walls of oppression that always seemed to close in around me.In due time I would have won the King’s favour and had all the luxuries and privileges that Bellatrix was granted. However, she ensured that I never would. She’s always been selfish, but I didn’t think she would stoop so low and send me back to this insufferable orphanage.This wasn’t even my own room; I shared with three other girls who were currently scrubbing the floors. Bellatrix didn’t fucking understand, she escaped this miserable place – not only once but twice and she left me behind.Green District was withering under the rule of the new Alpha, it’s only a matter of time before all humans fade into obscurity and I won’t be one of them.“Bonnie,” House Mother called, “You are on clean up duty for the night, Emery said s
Bonnie Sinclair“Please.” I sobbed, pleading. “Please don’t do this, I promise I’ll be good.”I thrashed and screamed to no avail, the guards had an iron grip locked on my arms, two guards dragging me through the darkened hallway with Ethan leading the direction. The locks mechanism resounded in the dungeon as Ethan opened it and the guards throw me into the cell, scrapping my knees on the cement.Tears sprung from my eyes as I peered at Ethan’s dull eyes. “Please don’t do this. I promise I will be good.” I implored chokingly, rubbing my hands together profusely in prayer. “I’ll do anything just please don’t leave me in here.”Ethan crouched down, staring at me with an unreadable expression before slapping me. An intense burn erupted on my cheek, spreading like wildfire. Trepidation surged in my veins, saliva thickening until I felt myself choke on it. He grabbed my jaw ha
Bellatrix Sinclair“Bonnie, BONNIE!” I called, frantically. “Where are you?”But the line went dead, and my phone vibrated from a text message, Bonnie had shared her location without any other context. I try calling her again, bouncing my leg anxiously when she doesn’t pick up by the third time.My heart leaped into my throat with distress, clicking on the location she shared that punched into my GPS. The place marked Nightwolf, a werewolf centre. My brows furrowed, why would she be there? It wasn’t even in the Green District which Lazarus sent her back to.It was located in the Golden Kingdom….Lazarus’s Kingdom.“Hey Bella, I brought some macaroons for you to try.” Karina said, excitement in her tone. “I’ve been experimenting with rose water and saffron-“her smile drops when she sees my face, “What’s wrong? What happened?”My mind was racing in
Bellatrix Sinclair“Outsiders aren’t allowed.” The guard stated, motioning for the people behind me to enter. Stepping to the side, scanning the way regular people entered without invitation. Some even high-fived the guard, drinks in hand and masks fully decked in different colours.After a few minutes, one man stood out from the crowd. He wore a crimson-coloured three-piece suit with blackout sunglasses and pitch-black hair sleeked back. The guard stopped him, “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” He repeated robotically.The man smirked, sharpened teeth with a jewel adorned on each fang. “Indeed, they aren’t.” he agreed, pulling out a pocket watch from his slacks. There was nothing special about it, except the intricate pattern carved around a ruby stone. “As you can see, I’m far from an outsider.”My brows raised in surprise when the guard bowed, “My apologies sir.”He chu
Lazarus De LoughreyThe Syndicate resided in a castle, atop the mountains that gave the illusion it floated in the sky. It was secluded from the rest of the Kingdom’s, stationed on a vast piece of land without a soul in sight. Although I knew this place wasn’t truly their home, that information was strictly confidential.Now it made sense that whenever I tried to figure out the identities of the other Elder’s - I came to a dead end and that was due to Donovan’s interference.Bellatrix’s curled her fingers into my jacket, bunching the material in a tight grip. She can barely manage to lift her head, shallow pants slipping from her lips. “Lazarus.....what did you do?”I raised her chin, a magnetic collision of those crystalized blues, lids drooping as she fought the drug. “It’s for your own good.” I said, softly.“I’m supposed....to....help.” Her voice faded as she slumped against me.Carefully maneuvering her back to the leather seat, I adjusted the dosage of the sleeping drug to ensur
Bellatrix Sinclair“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Lazarus chastised, features hardening as he leaned back into the chair.“It’s been almost two weeks, I’ve recovered.” I said sternly. “Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to.”His silence was all the confirmation I needed; the tense atmosphere seeping into his muscles. Not that I blame him, this was a huge betrayal from the only family he had left.Lazarus lifts his gaze to meet mine, arching an eyebrow. “What exactly do you think I am up to?”I sighed, exasperated. “You called for Judah and Valeria. It’s quite obvious that you are planning on confronting your uncle.”“Quite perceptive.” He mused with a smirk.I sucked in a sharp breath, unease curdling in my stomach. “Are you going to tell them about the prophecy and my wolf?”His stare is cryptic, like h
Bellatrix SinclairIn the darkened abyss, this white wolf was radiant – practically glowing like a beacon of hope. She rested her head on her paws; eyes closed like she was sleeping. An invisible force propelled me forward, the further I got – I realized we weren’t entirely alone.This wolf blended with the night, unnoticeable unless you were close. Much bigger in contrast to her, softness in those pitch-black orbs as they focused on her. There was something familiar about this dark wolf, nudging his head gently against hers affectionately.His gaze lifted to mine with equal tenderness. “Finally, you’re awake.”My brows drew together in confusion, “Do you know me?”I’m not sure how I can interpret his expression, clouded by desolation. “You will know me now, because of her.”There was something beautiful about them unlike others I’ve encountered, gleaming with adoration.“Who is she?” I asked curiously, flicking my gaze to our surroundings, “Where are we?”“The answers you seek, he wi
Lazarus De Loughrey“Mate.” Maddox growled, his voice echoing within my mind.This wasn’t an illusion, it was all true. The horrifying screams that vibrated through my body, agony piercing the core of my soul – it was Bellatrix’s cries for help because of the transformation.“You let me hear her voice on purpose.” I marveled, “Mates are unable to hear each other’s voice unless they have marked each other.”Melody embodied fierceness, even in this moment – she was aggressive and a force to be reckoned with – just like Bellatrix. Their souls were intertwined in perfect harmony despite Melody being locked away.She spoke with serenity, a certain warmth that I felt in my heart. “We are a special case; it would have been true if Bellatrix didn’t have any feelings for you, but she is inlove with you.”My heart quickened, elation coiling around my heart. Her expression morphed with pure malice, turning her head towards the target. “No time for that, I can only manage my sanity for a few minu
Bellatrix Sinclair“KILL!” a mysterious voice boomed, bursting my eardrums. “KILL!”The voice penetrated my mind like a thousand needles, and I grabbed my head as every vein screamed in protest, ready to burst. I bit down hard, agony tearing through me mercilessly. It was unescapable, an intense pressure on my chest that crushed my lungs.I choked, banging my chest when every breath burned like acid. “Whats......happening.” I gasped, Thomas’s figure blurring amid the rain and intense fire penetrating my eyes.Something was wrong, something backfired and now my body was rejecting me, desperate to disintegrate my soul into nothing but ashes.Crashing down onto my hands and knees. A raw, violent scream tore from my throat, chaos exploding inside me. “Help me,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe, when something slammed into my chest with brutal force.I coughed blood, fire seared my flesh until all that remained was unimaginable pain. The sickening cracking of bones thundered as my arms jer
Bellatrix SinclairThe pain was excruciating, piercing every nerve and pulling tautly until they tore like threads. My pulse roared in my ears, fire spreading through my veins and burning me from the inside. He sank his fangs deeper into my flesh and a raw scream ripped from my throat, unrelenting pain hitting me like bolt of lightning, vicious in its intensity.I jerked my leg frantically, desperate to drive my heel into his foot before he tore a chunk of flesh from my neck. Choking on the intensity of his vice grip, a pounding in my head as I was tethering the edge of death in a few seconds.Jabbing my heel into his foot with all my strength. No thoughts – just the raw need to escape. His fangs detach, a hissed cry slipping from his bloody lips before he released me.I gasped, struggling to breathe past the agony constricting my chest. My feet tremble as I try to run, each step slower than the last. Blood coats my fingers as I clutch my neck, pain flaring with every pulse.Thomas sn
Bellatrix SinclairI stared at him, analyzing every detail from top to bottom. He wore a sharp suit, pristine and immaculate for a dead man. “I guess it’s true what they say, a corpse is always the best dressed.” I said, my tone dripping with acid.He let out a sinister chuckle, insanity dilating his pupils. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusted his suit. “Indeed, your corpse will be the personification of beauty in death.” He responded smoothly.Anger and confusion surging through my veins like poison and clouding my mind. “You were sentenced to death, you were executed.” I scowled bitterly. “Thomas Grey.”He tsked, the sound filled with disappointment and caution. “This what happens when you give humans a little freedom, they start breaking the rules.”Arching a pointed brow at him,A sly grin crept across my lips, arching a pointed brow at him. "You are no longer an Alpha or a King, do I really need to show you respect?”His nostrils flared, eyes ablaze with vexation. “Humans can
Bellatrix SinclairThe gown was utterly breathtaking, a marvelous blend of darkness against the starry night. Blinking rapidly, unable to accept that it was me in the mirror. A deep onyx colour that reminded me of Lazarus, shimmering a midnight blue under the light. Intricate silver embroidery along the bodice, delicate vines dancing along the sweetheart neckline, mesh material that wrapped around my collarbones and climbed to my neck.Sheer long sleeves and ruffled layered skirts that flowed like the ocean waves, shifting from translucent to utter darkness and similar detailing of silver embroidery along the edges. Even the slightest movement had the dress moving like a subtle breeze in the night.My heart fluttered when the door opened, a spike in my pulse as our eyes locked through the mirror. Lazarus doesn’t move, remaining like a statue for what seemed like hours. He emulated royalty in a three-piece suit, so handsome and lethal, a poison I’d wi
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus’s footsteps thundered, echoing throughout the palace in the dead of the night like an impending doom. Usually, he ensures his presence is undetectable and moves in silence but tonight was different.And I knew why.He slams the door open, “Don’t pretend to be asleep,” he barked, his voice acidic. “I know you aren’t.”Fucking hell. I released a breath, riddled with annoyance. Flinging the covers off and rising to my feet. “Is there a reason you are disturbing my peace?” I retorted sharply.His fiery vibrations pierced through my core, scorching my skin and setting the room ablaze as he closed the distance between us. “Peace?” a cruel smile danced across his lips, bittersweet venom on his tongue. “Must have been utter torture to live apart from him, even brought him here under false pretenses. You just couldn’t stay away from him.”Hi