Bellatrix Sinclair“She really thinks she’s hot shit.” Another participant sneers.The other with striking red hair scoffed in disgust, “Humans aren’t allowed weapons, she’s going to fail.”“Humans love to make fools of themselves.” Another brunette snickered, “It’s pathetic, I’m going to love watching her fall on her ass.”They glared at me, mocked and laughed with bitterness in their voices despite the fact that we were on the live broadcast. We were escorted onto a training ground, stretching far and wide with greenery while the scorching heat of the sun kissed our skin.Give it thirty minutes and the rest of them wouldn’t be able to take the heat, especially considering the nature of this competition. This wouldn’t be a regular marksmanship challenge, there wouldn’t be a bulls-eye to shoot.This test will go far beyond that, the focus was on our limits and pushing it to the extreme. The sweltering heat was the giveaway, the humidity will only increase from here and that will play
Bellatrix Sinclair“The next round is known as Ghost, it will test your adaptability, predictability and your mind.” He announces with a devilish smirk, his gaze trained onto me.Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, he assumes I’m the easiest to crack since I’m human and frankly this prejudice is getting on my nerve. A faint crackling sound reaches my ears, one I’ve heard in Neo Grave.Lifting my head upwards and squinting, after a few seconds I see the reminiscent of a mirage current in the sky. The action is so subtle, almost like a blimp in time. That’s when it clicks in my head, this wasn’t an ordinary field, we were in a dome.“While some of you showed an unsavoury performance in the last round, this is the time to redeem yourself.” He encouraged.Suddenly a subtle whisper swept around us, thick fog slithering around our legs and bathing the entire ground until you could barely see your own feet. An eerie sensation creeped down my spine as the light dimmed, the sky turning dark
Bellatrix SinclairA rush of exhilaration poured into my veins, spreading to my nerves like wildfire. My heart pounded chaotically, echoing loudly into my ears as the prey became the predator. The sparks ignited under my fingertips, itching to pull the trigger – which is exactly what I did.This was a game, and I craved this type of excitement, the one that fizzled in my blood.The countdown was reaching it’s last five minutes, sweat coated my skin and had my clothes sticking to my body. Each breath becoming deeper and harsher, chasing after the wolves while also coordinating my attacks to their patterned programming.Every muscle ached and burned, pushing my body to the limits and I loved every second of it. The countdown hit the two-minute mark and this time; I focused on the last wolf within my vision. Gradually progressing with each target, I noticed that they adapted towards their opponent in subtle ways.This wolf for example was using sound as a means of distraction, moving in
Bellatrix SinclairThe intense aroma of spice and potent vanilla warped my senses. Lazarus smirked, inky strands cascading upon his forehead and framing dark eyes that locked on mine. I exhaled a tired breath, “Forget rules for a second, you are required to be with the judges until the contest is over.”Lazarus was a temptation, a distraction I couldn’t afford. I’m certain that there is no one more attractive on this planet, he was truly ethereal dressed in an all-black suit. A scorching heat emitting from his fingertips as he traced along my jaw before lifting my chin and forcing me to swim in the depth of his darkness.My heart thundered in my chest when his lips brushed against mine, teasingly and with a featherlight touch that had me craving more. I wanted to taste the rich whiskey on his tongue, the sour cherries I know he loves eating and most importantly I wanted to sedate this desire that flares to life in his presence.He releases a deep chuckle, eliciting an ache in my core.
Bellatrix Sinclair“This is highly inappropriate.” Emmett declared, pushing to his feet with a menacing glare. “This round has already concluded. You cannot simply make your own rules.”Cassandra casually brushed her hair over her shoulder, confidence oozing from her pores. “I can do whatever I want, have you forgetton who my father is.” She smirked with a lifted brow, “This is a competition to choose the next Luna and if she cannot manage against a real soldier then how can she fulfil her duties.”Emmett was aggravated by Cassandra’s entitled behavior, demanding that the rules be changed to suit her wishes. She abuses her title as the daughter of the alpha of Darkmoon Tribe, the fact that she has made it this far without any sort of skills is a testament to that. The Syndicate won’t allow her elimination because she is the ideal match for King Lazarus.I’m merely the substitute, the one wh
Lazarus De LoughreyShe was captivating on the field and became the main attraction once the bullet left the chamber. Bellatrix manages to amaze me while simultaneously stealing my breath away. None of the contests had the skills, agility and ability opposed to Bellatrix when it came to weapons. I’ve seen her take apart guns in seconds and piece them back together blindfolded.The comment section on the live stream was going crazy, singing her praise. Bellatrix won the public’s affection, wolves and humans alike were raving about her talents. She boosted her reputation, and everyone has acknowledged her place as a contender to become the next Luna.She is the only one befitting of being the Luna.While the other judges were against this sort of competition, I urged for its inclusion. A Luna wasn’t a decorative piece to wax poetry to the people, I needed someone who was worthy of protecting the people and strong-minded enough to handle th
Lazarus De LoughreyDigging the barrel deeper into her abdomen, a minuscule reaction to the pain as rage burned in her eyes. Bellatrix lowered her gun, “Put it on the table.” I instructed, cocking my head in its direction.Reaching over towards the bedside table and draping her beautiful body ontop of mine. Wrapping my arm around her waist possessively, a devilish grin curling at my lips. “Good girl.”A red hue flushes her cheeks, despite the disdain hardening her features. Staring into those captivating icy orbs, filled with life and yet illustrating the essence of death in my eyes.“Fuck you.” She gritted, dark waves cascading upon us.Slowly inching the gun against her ass, subtly tilting my hips upwards for her to feel how turned on I was. Every nerve set ablaze by her, truly maddening in the way fire surged through my bloodstream and followed the invincible strings attached to the tips of her fingers.“You are ridiculous.” She breathed harshly. “Do you think every time you come h
Bellatrix SinclairMy mind was consumed by him, ravishing my senses in euphoria. We were two magnets that should have repelled but the force awakened and erupted like a volcano. A twisted concoction of hate and love.And I couldn’t separate the two. Whenever we were together, it was explosive.Grabbing his neck and smashing my lips against his, attempting to sedate this hunger ballooning in my chest as I force my tongue into his mouth. We were devouring each other, extinguishing my ability to breathe and filling my lungs with his essence.Electricity surged through my veins as I drowned in the kiss filled with possession. I wanted to claim him for myself, a feeling that shook me to the core and rattled my soul. The thought of him with anyone else spurred me on, making me ravenous for more.In one smooth motion, Lazarus lifted me onto his lap, and I straddled him without hesitation. There was only a split second we broke the kiss, tearing off our clothes while I unzipped his slacks. Al
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