Blythe And Ozias Novel Novels & Stories

Wild roses had climbed the framework, blooming defiantly in the shafts of sun that broke through the crumbling roof. Blythe's boots crunched softly against the mossy path. Her breath caught as the memories surged—raw and vivid. "You haven't been here in years," Aria's voice murmured within her, soft as a sigh. "I thought you'd buried this place with her." "I tried," Blythe whispered aloud. "But it never really left me." She stepped through the rusted doorframe, trailing her fingers along the edge of a shattered window. The air was thick with jasmine, damp earth, and forgotten time.

Typically, Brantley couldn't eliminate Gideon. Emir nodded, acknowledging, "Your plans are visionary, Mr. Cain. I was too narrow-minded. Now, shall we head back to the clan? After all the effort it took to get out, why would I return so easily? "The world is fascinating, and I've decided to fully embrace it. Ozias from The Light Council is scheming with Gideon—I wonder what they're up to. Perhaps we can get involved too. Moreover… That woman." Orabella's image appeared in Cain's mind, and he couldn't understand why. Typically, beauty didn't sway him. Yet, Orabella was imprinted in his thoughts.

“It’s…nice to see you.” “Why are you all…blue?” “Well, you’re all grey,” Anton snaps back, gesturing towards Blythe’s ghost form. Blythe gasps and looks down at himself, horror coming into his eyes. “Blythe, it’s okay –“ I say in a rush, reaching for him again. “Hi, Blythe,” Faiza says, stepping forward authoritatively and pitching her voice louder than mine. “My name is Faiza, I’m a priestess of the Goddess of Life, just here in my official capacity letting you know that you’re super dead.”

Hyde gave it a thought before asking, “What if Young Master can’t hold on and something happens to him?” Lysithea’s gaze was distant as she looked at the dimly lit house some distance away from them. “If he can’t cope with a minor challenge like this, what does he have in him to rescue Aunt Hayley from Sicut In Caelo?” Nodding, Mr. Hyde thought that Lysithea was right in his rational mind, but he was still inwardly worried about Zayn because he knew how potent Ossiumol was. Although he had never experienced it personally, he had heard tales of acquired fighters who failed to withstand the medicinal effect of Ossiumol and died or their efforts were wasted as they lost their sanity.

He clanked his teacup back on the table and sat upright with a resolve. “….yes.” I breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed the notebook towards him. He stared at it for a while and took a sip from his tea to hide his emotion. The moment he opened the notebook, his eyes went unrealistically wide and the tea was continually dripping from his jaw. “I am not the real Princess Victoria.” “….” “I am Blaire Eloise Montana….. and I am not from this world, because this..... is the world of novel I just read.” With that, his teacup fell.

Blythe turned without waiting to see if Violet followed. She did. Because apparently that was who she was now. A woman following strangers deeper into billionaire Dracula’s mansion because her Nissan had betrayed her and capitalism was a blood sport. The morning room was not morning-like at all. It was dark green, lined with books, and warmed by a fire that looked too elegant to have been made for actual heat. A phone sat on an antique side table, black and heavy and old-fashioned enough to make Violet suspicious. Mrs. Blythe gestured toward it.

In the end, Colin was always like this. "I get it," I replied. She smiled, "So, you don't have to step in. From what I've learned, those people aren't good. They need a lesson." Just then, Lucien arrived, and Lauren excused herself. "Get better, kid. I'm looking forward to your wedding." I blushed, touching my ear. After what happened yesterday, my heart would race at the sight of Lucien. He touched my forehead. "You're burning a little. Feeling unwell?"

However, now that the times have changed, some people are becoming more open to accepting omegas as an equal part of society. Yet it seems like the Lockhart family still hasn’t gotten past that belief. They still hate omegas. They still hate me. “How could she?” Evelyn scoffed. “With her face, I’m afraid the prince is only going to run away.” It only became worse as the whole table burst into laughter. Isabelle gently held onto my hand and was about to speak, when the door suddenly opened, and a servant came in. “Greetings, the royal family. I have come here to present the coming of Prince Enzo Alexios Wilde of the Elixir kingdom!”

“Nice to meet you. I am Cecilia Crystal, daughter of the thirteenth Noble of the House of Crystal.” Phillip replied with a bow and one hand his abdomen and on his back. “Phillip Crane The Third, twelfth Lord of the House of Crane.” After giving their introduction, they both straightened their backs and looked at each other. Both absorbing each other’s figures. “Well now, we can save the time to be staring at each other later. For now, how about you two talk it out? Get to know each other?” Gustav suddenly interfered. “I shall take my leave now.” Before Gustav actually left, he whispered to Cecilia, “goodluck Lia.”

the tall guy interjected. Beta chuckled, but Blythe responded, "Right, and don't worry, their feeble threats don't faze me. In fact, they should be the ones concerned about how Eros might react when I'm done with this." She raised her left brow, while Beta continued to chuckle. Beta was likely celebrating because he had found his mate. Whatever was befalling us now seemed inconsequential to him. Blythe reached into her pocket, a detail I hadn't noticed before due to her black dress. She crossed her arms over her chest as she retrieved her phone and appeared to dial a number. But, she spoke directly into Eros in her mind, intending to scare him.