Bellatrix SinclairThe air thickened with tension; a suffocating silence warped between us. Lila slowly shifted, placing herself in front of me, directly towards the danger. My body tensed, unease creeping down my spine as the wolves continued to approach at a slow pace, the steps of a predator with the intent to kill flaring in their eyes.“You need to run.” Lila’s instructed under her breath, “I’ll create an opening.”My brows furrowed, pinched with worry. “I’m not leaving you.” I declared.I was blatantly aware of our situation; they had the upper hand. We were outnumbered and the only one who could spare evenly with them was Lila. Without my weapons, my confidence crumbled to dust.Against full-fledged wolves – I was powerless.For the first time in a long time, I tasted fear like a bitter tonic, spreading like poison in my veins. These wolves were playing with us, giving such opportunities only meant you were confident in victory.And they probably were.Searching the pockets in
Bellatrix SinclairI glared at her, if I had the strength – the hatred would be written all over my face. The excruciating pain that shot through my leg had my vision blurring, sweat beaded down my forehead as I fought consciousness.Cassandra seized my jaw, bitterness emitting from her pores as her eyes darkened. “You forget your fucking place and now you will face the consequences.”Catching a glimpse of her perfect manicure morphing into weaponized claws that she raised into the air, preparing to strike. I thought the humiliation of being utterly useless against those wolves and leaving Lila to suffer like a coward was my rock bottom.But the bar was in hell if I die at this bitch’s hand. Someone who doesn’t know the misery caused by war and oppression and segregation.Swirling the mixture of blood and saliva, I spit in her face. “Fuck….you….selfish bitch.”She let out a banshee scream, “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”I blinked, a gush of wind striking my face as a blurry figure whizzes p
Bellatrix SinclairEmmett’s touch lingers far longer than I expected before slipping away. He rises from the chair and turns around to face Lazarus with a curt bow. “No, My King. Bellatrix has just awoken, and I was informing her about Lila’s health to ease her mind.”The atmosphere strained amid the silence warping around us, Lazarus’s gaze bouncing between us as he approached. Darkness blanketed his features in a way that was difficult to decipher, a permanent scowl etched on his face. “I think Bellatrix should be more concerned of her own health before worrying about others.” He contested in a smooth voice.A stark contrast to the initial hostility he emitted seconds ago. “Of course.” Emmett responded, “I’ll take my leave.”He spun to face me with a comforting smile that eased my tension in my body. “I’ll inform your doctor of your condition; he will come in to check your vitals in a few minutes.”“Thank you for saving me, Emmett.” I smiled, expressing my gratitude.Emmett has been
Bellatrix SinclairI thought the silence would help me decipher Lazarus actions and words but to no avail. He was the one person I couldn’t read, a permanent wall that keeps me from getting too close unless he allows it.Lazarus gives you glimpses into his mind, purely calculating and specific. You only see what he let’s you see, you only take his words at face value because you cannot dig deeper into the real meaning behind it.His kindness wasn’t surprising, although it was unnerving because I didn’t know which side was the real him.A knock resounded from the door, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. “Lila.” I beamed, studying her appearance for any sort of injury.She ran towards me with open arms, embracing me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault; I should have protected you.” She bawled incoherently. “I’m so sorry.”“You have nothing to be sorry for. You protected me.” I stated definitively. Patting her back reassuringly. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have b
Bellatrix SinclairMy eyes widened in disbelief, each feature contouring to reflect my utter astonishment at his confession. “What did you say?”Colton regards me with a dry look. “You heard me.”I stare at him, flabbergasted. “B-but, you said you would never join.”“I changed my mind, if I don’t belong to either side then I will pick the one with the cause I believe in most.” He proclaimed with an aura of confidence that wasn’t there before.Colton was content on simply existing and following the rules, not choosing to involve himself in a battle that he couldn’t be categorized in. He experienced the cruelty of werewolves first hand and it must have fuelled his determination to enact a change in this world.“How did you find them?” The question flying out my mouth in rapid speed, “I’ve been trying to find them for years, everyone thought they were a myth but I knew they existed.”Excitement crackled like electricity in my veins, a buzzing under my skin that made me giddy. Colton chuc
Emmett De LoughreyThe smile faded from my face when Bellatrix fell asleep. Colton joining the resistance has shifted the axis of her world in ways she hasn’t realized, the cracks were beginning to form and the secrets I’ve kept to protect her are slowly rising to the surface.He was one of her close friends and the leader chose him specifically for that connection. Her father intends to capitalize on that bond, creating an opening to bring her to his side. I couldn’t blame Bellatrix for taking the opportunity, her life’s purpose was dedicated to finding The Rebel’s Creed, it’s one the reasons she pushed herself to excel in weaponry and craft her skills so that they would find her as a value asset.She endured the cruelty of bullying all for them and yet she didn’t know how her life had already been of purpose to them in a different way, her father was the leader and there is no telling how she might react to that news.We were all digging our own graves with these secrets and I held
Bellatrix SinclairOne Month LaterMy leg was fully healed, only scars remained. I’ve never been more grateful for my ability to walk than I do now. The next competition would take place in two days and while I would have loved to take Lazarus offer and only return the day of the contest – it was too risky.Hence why we returned to the palace for the participants, albeit not a friendly welcome which wasn’t a surprise since Cassandra and the others left me to die. No one was more disappointed by my survival than her.Lila took the seat next to me at the dinner table, sipping on her lavender tea while I opted for a strong expresso. Sun beamed from the window, bathing us in it’s warmth. She marvelled the empty chairs, “They are quite brazen in showing their dislike towards us.”I shrugged. “Towards me, not you.”She hums, adding another teaspoon of sugar into her tea. “It’s both.” She corrected. “I don’t like them either especially after what she did to you.”I chuckle at the way her lip
Bellatrix SinclairThe competition was tomorrow and the atmosphere in the palace was tense. After dinner, Lila wanted to have a semblance of peace after such an encounter, choosing to go to the secret dungeon for wine and entertainment.“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It can help you distress.” She insisted with a playful wiggle of her brows.I laugh at her antics, “As tempting as the offer is, I’m going to have to pass.”She pouts before waving, “Your loss, I’ll see you tomorrow.”The hallway is empty, a thickness in the air that was initiated by the rivalry that finally emerged. Taking slow strides to my room at the far end, my thoughts drawing back to Emmett revealing that there was a traitor in our midst. In my one month of recovery, he hasn’t provided any further information on whether the traitor was caught.My suspicions grew when I returned to the palace, Cassandra has
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