Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 414

When Belle started the wind, Winston thought it was just a childish trick that would go away as not every reaper had such ability. Actually, no reaper had such ability and the one reason this reaper in front of him was able to make use of it was that she had his bone! It was his bone and he wanted it back. But the truth was, he couldn’t get to make use of it if the reaper didn’t return it to him as a gift.

Only the person who was gifted with the bone could make use of it. Condition had been kept, when he created it but who knew that he would lose it! It had been years and he had been looking for it.

But the bone was not the whole reason why Belle was able to tap into the elemental ability. There weren’t many who could wield many elements together, lest even two, and there were rare cases that the white witches never brought light to what they possessed. Belle, who was a white witch in her previous life, all her abilities had been passed to her current body and soul. That was why after the wind came the dark clouds in the sky that crackled with lightning.

“Once I knock your arm, you won’t be able to make use of the forbidden magic that you are flaunting in front of me,” Winston threatened her.

“I never stole it. But you already know that,” said Belle and a loud thunder was heard above them, “You were the one who wanted to kill Crane, wasn’t it?” she questioned, her red eyes staring at the Hawvert.

Winston cocked his head to the side and asked, “I don’t know what you are speaking about. Crane and all of us are alive.”

Belle shook her head, “Before you turned to Hawverts. Before your time in the land of the dead, you wanted to kill him. Why? You got the black witches to go against him.” A sliver of shock came to pass through Winston’s face which disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“Are you going to behave as if you don’t know anything?” asked Belle, her voice confident and her eyes intently looking at the man. How could she miss that little detail of another Hawvert being around the corner, thought Belle to herself. Witnessing Preciosa lose her life along with Crane, it had been heartbreaking and for some reason, she had blood on her hands in the real world when she returned back.

Winston smirked at her, “How did you find it out? Was it from the book?” he asked Belle, his eyes holding curiosity because no one knew what happened on that day.

“Are you a Hawvert? Someone who doesn’t hold powers of the forbidden magic which I now know why,” said Belle to him, “It is because…Once upon a time, you were a black witch and Preciosa’s curse didn’t spare you even after death and turning to a high status of the land of the dead.”

Winston’s smile fell down from his face. He was not happy hearing this. To think there was someone who knew about him being present there in the crowd, “I thought of taking you back to the high tower but it looks like I will need to silence you here for good. Nobody cares about a new reaper who steals things.”

Saying this, Winston raised his scythe and went to swing it against her but Belle raised her own hand for the clouds to clash against each other and lightning moved to struck his scythe while Belle jumped away from him to avoid getting caught in the middle of the bolt.

As the scythe was made of wood and metal, it jolted Winston and he glared at the reaper in rage. He had to finish her off quickly. If he didn’t do it, Crane would be here any moment as Gordon had sent a message to both of them. But before the message could reach Crane, Winston had cut the communication that left Crane out of the loop. But with this reaper who wielding the ability of lightning where she was changing the sky, Crane would notice and appear here soon.

“Where is the book?” Winston demanded from her. Just because he didn’t have the ability to tap into the forbidden magic, it didn’t mean he didn’t have other abilities.

When he hit the end of his scythe on the ground, it created a crater around Belle because of the impact of the scythe. Belle had a hard time standing on the ground as the land felt nothing less to an earthquake. She tried running away from the scene but on the opposite side, mighouls started to appear from the bottom and cracks of the land.

“Give me the book and I will make sure your to lessen you misery,” said Winston.

“Why did you kill Crane?” asked Belle. Winston didn’t let her question him more as the mighouls started to coming running towards her, ready to attack and Belle used the bolt of lightning to strike them and turn them unconscious.

Though Belle got most of them, there were too many to concentrate on. She desperately needed blood but Belle was worried that her corruption would only continue to the point where it would tip her body off to the dark side. If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to turn back to who she was. To vampires, corruption was nothing less to a disease.

She didn’t know how long she would be able to handle and battle the mighouls as they appeared to be never ending and with every second, Winston was getting closer and closer to her, to get the book and the bone that originally belonged to him.

Rain started to pour down from the sky because of the continuous clashes of the cloud that let out bolts of thunder hit on the ground and at the mighouls as well as at Winston to keep him away from Belle. With every strike, the ground shook in impact.

Before Winston could catch hold of Belle, a scythe appeared between Belle and Winston’s hand, stopping the Hawvert,

“Long time no see, Winston,” said Lucas.