Book Ophelia Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe I was tricked, and all this sham about a goddess I didn't believe in had made me a fugitive. Tears started pooling in my eyes as I stared at both the stranger and the orb I had placed on his chest. I wanted to remove it, but I prayed for the last time that this thing might work on him. My faith in the entire thing was very little, but I hoped that Goddess Natalí heard my plea as I placed it back with a small prayer. My tears dropped on the orb, and before my eyes, it started melting while shining brightly. It became a liquid substance and wrapped itself around my fingers like a cat demanding attention from its owner.

“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”

With a dull thump, the car door slams shut. Ahead, the city lights are icy and piercing, like blades in the dark. In the tinted window, I see my reflection. Ophelia Barclay is no longer the girl staring back at me. She is a spirit. A weapon. A pawn with survival instincts and silk. The cold plastic of the burner phone bites into my palm as I grip it more tightly. Ludwig says, "You belong to me now, little thief," and I can still hear it in my mind.

The doctor bowed deeply before me. I clung tightly to the strap of my Debbie Wingman Easter egg purse and returned his bow. I then smiled tightly at the maids and led the way out of the bedroom into the hallway. I had just stepped out the door when I almost stumbled and fell. “What do you think you are doing?” I gasped as I looked at Ophelia with wide eyes. She was kneeling outside the door with both her hands folded in a humble pose on her lap. “I am truly sorry."

My feet were frozen, and I couldn't look Liam in the eye until Odin called me to his office upstairs. Now I was standing in Odin King's large office. Liam was called too, and he did not look happy about the situation that was going on there. Odin is standing in front of his window with his hands behind his back. "Lily, Liam, you already know why I called you here." Neither Liam nor I answered. I fiddled with my fingers and had my head down, avoiding eye contact with Liam whenever I glanced at him.

NICHOLAS I watched Ophelia's face carefully. A scowl had overtaken her usually placid features, and I already knew that what I said next wouldn't erase the alarmed look that was on her face. She pursed her lips, and that adorable crease formed between her eyebrows the way it always did when she was concerned. I began to describe what happened in as little detail as I could, keeping last night's heavy promises in the back of my mind as I did so. *** FLASHBACK

My voice is pure gravel, scraped entirely raw. ​The door creaks open. Ophelia's scent blooms first—mugwort and sage, a healer's balm cutting through the decay of the room like moonlight through fog. She stands in the threshold, her grey hair pinned loose under her kerchief. Her lined face is etched deep with worry, but her oracle-deep eyes hold a quiet, commanding fire. ​In one hand, she balances a steaming bowl of venison stew. In the other, a muslin-wrapped poultice, glowing faintly green with silverleaf paste.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

2: The Child of Fire Ophelia hadn’t slept in two nights. Her skin glowed faintly beneath the candlelight not just from the Spiral’s power, but something deeper. More ancient. I found her in the archives, hunched over the oldest scrolls, her fingers moving with frantic precision. “You need rest,” I said gently. She didn’t look up. “Rest won’t slow the Hollowed Flame.” “You’re pregnant.” That got her attention. Her fingers froze. Her body stilled. “I know,” she whispered.

She tip-toed forward, and there was her room-mate holding a book, she was chanting something that Yvonne didn’t recognize, the purple gleam surrounding her. “Ophelia?” She asked, shock rushing through her lungs. Ophelia stopped chanting those words, and the gleam disappeared, she slammed the book close, her face twisted into a scowl. “Yvonne. Why are you here?” Yvonne couldn’t think, her mind was reeking of shock and fear, “You slipped out of the room, so I thought to come look for you. What were you chanting, Ophelia?” Ophelia rolled her eyes, stared at the book in her hands and finally at her best-friend who was trembling in shock. She could hurriedly wipe Yvonne’s memories away, but that