It is with deep sorrow that we share the passing of Darcie Bell, who was found deceased in her home on July 5, 2025. She was 29 years old. No specifics about how she died have been revealed.
Born in Utah on August 28, 1995, Darcie Belle brought light, passion, and professionalism to everything she did. She began her career in the adult entertainment industry in 2014 and, over the span of seven years, appeared in more than 70 films. Her work left a lasting impact on fans and colleagues alike.
Darcie was more than her career — she was a cherished friend, known for her loyalty, strength, and spirit. Danny Frost, a close friend and colleague, shared:
“She was the very first model I had ever scouted, and she followed me to 101 when I joined. I am in tears over her loss. She was an amazing woman and a loyal friend. I truly loved her and miss her very much.”
Her official Twitter page confirmed the news, asking those seeking more information about her final arrangements to contact her family directly. A celebration of her life will be held on what would have been her 30th birthday, August 28, 2025.
Although she seemed to stop doing professional scenes in 2021, she has been very active on OnlyFans for the last two years. It appears to have been her OF team that notified her fans and followers of her passing.
Darcie Belle will be remembered for her warmth, talent, and the lasting friendships she built throughout her life. She will be deeply missed.
Darcie Belle: The Star Unsetting
I. The Birth of Light
In desert dawns of Utah’s land,
beneath wide skies and mountains grand,
a child of August took her breath—
a spark defying time and death.
They named her Darcie, born of flame,
and Belle, the beauty bound to name;
she grew where silence meets the sun,
where dreams and dust are fused as one.
II. The Rising Path
The city called; she heard its song,
a siren hum where hearts belong.
Through lens and light she shaped her art,
with fearless grace, with boundless heart.
The world beheld her — strong, aware,
a woman fierce, yet kind and rare.
Her gaze could hold both fire and peace,
her laughter made the shadows cease.
III. The Craft of Flame
Seven years her image burned,
in captured frame the world discerned
a radiance both raw and true—
the human soul in every hue.
For though her art was clothed in night,
her spirit sought the higher light;
she gave her truth, her time, her face,
and found in work a sacred place.
IV. The Silence That Follows
Then came the hush that none foretell,
the summer morn when Darcie fell.
No mortal knew the final thread
that drew her softly to the dead.
Her home was still, the echo stayed,
as grief moved through the lives she made.
No cause was told, no storm confessed—
just silence where her heart had pressed.
V. The Voices of the Living
And Danny wept—his memory cried,
“The first I found, the truest guide.
She walked beside me, loyal, bright,
her laughter tempered sorrow’s night.”
Her friends recalled her open hand,
her warmth that others could withstand.
They spoke her name as one might pray,
and promised love would find its way.
VI. The Celebration of Her Spirit
Now August waits, her thirtieth year,
when those she touched will gather near.
They’ll light the candles, lift the song,
and tell the world where stars belong.
Her art remains—a trace of fire,
a testament, a soft desire—
that beauty, love, and will endure
beyond the dark, serene, and pure.
VII. The Eternal Return
O Darcie Belle, though flesh may fade,
your echo through the ether played.
For every fan, each friend, each tear,
still feels your voice, still draws you near.
You walked through shadow, found release,
and now you dwell in quiet peace.
Yet heaven’s screen will glow your name,
the mortal star, the undimmed flame.
