Bellatrix SinclairThe pistol scorches the skin on my back, the dagger digging into my ankle. Fear slithered through my veins, mixing with fiery adrenaline that caused my body to vibrate. “Why do you want to know?”Their gaze was cold and menacing, a wrathful storm brewing in the atmosphere. The man with caramel eyes stepped forward, shadows gathering around him and amplifying his threatening aura. “Lazarus killed our people, our families. So where is he?” a chilling edge in his voice.I knew they caught my scent, one of a human and yet they continuously pried for answers on his whereabouts. Each calculative step brought him further towards me, a spicy scent of acrimony tickling my nose.“Why would I know where he is?” I retorted sharply with simmering rage.His eyes locked with mine, piercing the exterior and reaching deeper – which aggravated me, I hated this feeling of fear clinging onto my heart and my hesitance only fuelled my temper. “You know what I am, someone like me wouldn’t
Bellatrix SinclairHe lunged for my throat, chaos ensuing in his eyes. Dread coiled around my spine, twisting my stomach. His fingers tightened, making it difficult for me to breathe. Lazarus pressed on my pulse point, anticipating the lie so that he can kill me.My heart pounded mercilessly, the situation was delicate, between life and death. I had to be strategic with my answer if I wanted to survive and get revenge – I couldn’t take the bait.My mind was spinning out of control, attempting to decipher what Lazarus liked and hated about me. A spark erupted in my brain as the realization dawned on me, I’ve said worse to him and never received a death threat.What Lazarus found intriguing about me was my brutal honesty.Meeting his gaze with indignation burning in my eyes and venom laced on my tongue. “I came back to see for your dead body, such an explosion should have killed you. Imagine my surprise to find you alive, I’m rather disappointed.” I taunted, my voice thick with disdain.
Colton HayesI often wondered if I was cursed with bad luck, considering how my parents got together – I’m certain that I’m the personification of a bad omen.Lost within the darkness of this dungeon, it’s another reminder that my existence is insignificant, and this is where I belong. No one would remember me in death, I’m simply another body that will decay.No one could understand the fear that surges through a child who has grown up witnessing and experiencing abuse, the darkness that is utterly suffocating and riddled with excruciating pain. Agony was a permanently etched in my house, a vile monster known as my father was the creator.Lucas Hayes was my father, the first Beta to Alpha Edward Milton and that lasted approximately six months before he was replaced by Nathan. Frankly he was awarded the position because of his beta blood, in actuality he didn’t deserve the position and Edward realized that.Within the first month as Beta, the genetic screening revealed that my mother
Colton HayesA man with nothing to lose is a dangerous man.Returning home was a last resort, one I’d established was only logical when I had a concrete plan for revenge but alas, I had lost everything and didn’t see the point anymore. The clock stuck twelve, goosebumps prickling my skin from the chilling breeze.Lucas would have fallen asleep by now, alcohol being his only solace along with the countless women he brings to bed. The years without him had been both peaceful and torturing because memories never fade, I’m constantly haunted by the past.All the lights were off but as soon as I entered, a bottle was hurled at me. I managed to evade it by, crashing into the wall as glass splattered everywhere, cutting into my cheek. “You useless piece of shit.” Lucas slurred, appearing in the hallway.He was obviously drunk, his bloodstream composed of 99% alcohol at this point. Lucas appeared ragged and filthy; the entire house covered in filth that it reeked of rotting garbage. The stenc
Colton Hayes“Since Echo hates being restricted, there will not be a cage for this fight.”The audience jeered, shouting in protest and sprouting insults. Except my focus wasn’t on them, it was on the piles of mutilated and decaying bodies surrounding the arena, the stench of death swallowing me whole.The announcer’s words are muffled to my ears, staring directly at the beast emerging from the gates. Her beastly form was two times the size of an average she-wolf, her fur an unusual shade of blue black that became more prominent under the spotlight.“ECHO!” He shouted, his voice electrifying the audience.Salvia coated her fangs, dripping onto the floor as we closed the distance, a few metres apart. Fear coiled down my spine at her sharpened gaze, cold and predatorial emeralds. Malice oozed from her appearance, each step filled with purpose and murderous intent.Never underestimate a woman.Pure carnage ablaze in her eyes. My stomach twisted with dread at the realization that death wo
Bellatrix SinclairHis eyes grew misty, flooded by a variety of emotions that were seemingly overwhelming him. A slight tremble in his lower lip that he bit to suppress the tears.Approaching them once I ensured the wolf was dead, the audiences outraged voices thundered throughout the arena. A smile curls behind the mask, gaining sweet satisfaction from ruining their fun.“Bella-“Pushing my finger against the mouth of the mask, silencing him from uttering my name aloud. While the Werewolf King was here, they couldn’t figure out his accomplice was a human. That would taint his reputation, and I’m almost tempted to rip off the mask and let him suffer.However, my feelings regarding his moral compass has been questioned by him inviting me here to destroy Nightwolf.Lazarus’s soul was morally questionable.“Bonnie told you I was here?” Colton inquired; his voice thick with emotion. “Why did you save me?”My brows furrowed, “Why wouldn’t I, you are my friend, and I won’t let you die.” I d
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus laughed, the sound demonic as it echoed, like the gates of hell were opening to enact punishment.“Do you really think you can order me.” Lazarus smiled wickedly. “Kill her.”Fear slithered through my veins, pumping viciously to my heart because I knew Lazarus was serious. He didn’t value her life; her death would be insignificant. I couldn’t challenge him in the presence of Thomas, and I doubt I had the power to change his mind.Lazarus gestured with his hand, “Go on, kill her.”Thomas jaw tensed, rage flaring in his orbs as his claws descending and he punctured the flesh of her neck. “You think I won’t?” he snapped with a growl. “I’ll fucking kill her and the woman who is your mate,” darting his eyes towards me with a cruel smile, “She will hate you forever.”Lazarus scorching touch explodes upon my back, dancing up and teasing my neck before his fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head backwards. I gritted my teeth, glaring at him with indignation. He
Emmett De LoughreyFamily is everything to me.I guess it stemmed from the fact that I was an orphan, abandoned and unwanted until Donovan De Loughrey adopted me. I might have been four years old, but I was aware of my circumstances – it’s rather difficult to ignore reality when you’ve faced the worst of it at such a young age.My life took a complete turn once Donovan became my father; I had a family and people who cared about me. Father urged me to get along with the future Werewolf King, insisting that family wasn’t simply just blood.However I remember the fear of facing Lazarus for the first time, only two years older than me and yet he exuded such a magnetic aura, refined and polished that he didn’t seem real. I expected the worst, I expected his cruelty like in the orphanage only ten times worse because he was the future king.Except that wasn’t what happened, during our first encounter, he smiled at me and welcomed me. There wasn’t a hint of animosity, he didn’t treat me diffe
Bellatrix Sinclair“Clearly he underestimated my abilities.” Melody glowered, expressing her disbelief. “It will take alot more to knock us out.”Her voice became distorted by the splitting headache, another side-effect of the sleeping drug that added to the density of my body. “This feels weird.” I grumbled under my breath.I should be freaking out by such foreign sensations of her voice creeping into my mind, yet it strangely felt right. Melody spoke softly, appeasing the hesitation in my soul from this revelation. “You will get used to it eventually. If you find it too intrusive, envision a wall separating us and you won’t be able to hear my voice.”She was providing comfort, trying to ease my acceptance that I was no longer human. I don’t think I’ve fully comprehended that I’m a werewolf, especially one in the prophecy – which I didn’t believe but Lazarus seemed adamant.Christian flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror, a mirage of emotions filtering through his orbs before his f
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