Conclave Novels & Stories

"Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me. " I beg you, Nikolas Sica, Samuel needs your blood. He might die soon and I know you don't believe anything I am saying but you have to. Nikolas, you have a son who is dying right now at Petrina Memorial and the only thing that could save him is your blood. Don't let him die..." There was something in her voice. The desperation–Honesty. She could not be lying but how could I have a son?

The Patriarch’s Scrutiny The meeting was held in a stark, soundproof conference room. Henry Williams was already seated, flanked by the lead family counsel, a stern man named Mr. Femi. Henry was a commanding presence, silver-haired, immaculate, and possessed of eyes that seemed to absorb every detail without betraying a single thought. “Mimi,” Henry greeted her, his voice deep and measured. “I must congratulate you on your performance yesterday. It was a magnificent defense against a disastrous situation. Now, let’s discuss this agreement before we proceed with the wedding plans.”

"Hot, if I may add. Peace said, looking so proud. (you know the smile your mom gives you when she's proud of you? yeah, that one)" I almost burst into tears but Gabriella warned me not to spoil her beautiful work. After saying thank you for the tenth time, Gabriella and Laura excuse themselves saying they have to go home to prepare themselves for the party too. Laura is also the wife of some powerful politician. I wonder how they are both so cool, unlike the proud rich people I've encountered in the past. After saying goodbye, I was left alone with Peace. "It's 7 already, you should be on your way now."

"But I did not travel to the Silverfang Capital for pleasantries. What is The Moonbound Conclave? The pack laws say nothing of such a gathering." Isolde leaned back into her furs, her dark eyes narrowing with pure amusement. "An omega with teeth," she mused, her nails tapping a rhythmic beat against the wood. "Very well. You came for truth, and I shall give it to you. The Conclave is an exclusive arena—a rare chance for an omega to claim power in a world that usually breeds them for submission." Michaels narrowed his eyes, his internal wolf growling softly at the pitch. "You are wrapping a trap in pretty words, my Lady. My fathe

The place was tiny, one of those exclusive clubs that keep people waiting outside for hours, with a max occupancy of 250 including staff. “The place is perfect,” Camilla told us during our tour of the place. “Spatially and spiritually. Can’t you feel the vibrations of the drapery here? They’re perfectly frail. It’s like you could just slip your hand right through them and touch the other side.” She’d sucked in her breath and let her eyes roll back. “This place is perfect for transubstantiation.”

his opponent would be six feet under. Much to my horror, he stands up and roars at the other bidding man. The whole room seems to cower back from his animalistic display, as do we. The vampire holding the mic trembles. As he gestures for us to be led away. "The final prize goes to Alpha Gunnar for $780,000. That concludes our sale this evening. Please feel free to mingle and enjoy the refreshments," the vampire says while trying to find his voice. My eyebrows furrow at the titles these men have. What is the difference between a Lord and an Alpha? Whatever the difference is, I think I would have wanted a lord to buy us.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Ren’s eyes widened as all men looked at Shin in shock at his unexpected appearance. “Shin…” Ren said his eyes narrowing at his friend. Some problem must have occurred that Shin couldn’t handle by himself. It was very rare for his friend to be so panicked like this. “Crown prince, I need a word with you…now,” Shin said. The look in his eyes dead serious. Ren got the message immediately. “Can’t you see that we are in the middle of an important meeting, General Shin?” a senior eunuch spoke up. There was a clear disapproving look in his eyes as he stared at Shin.

She turned to notice her environment as she soon noticed a lot of eyes were on her. She was lying in the center of what seemed to be like a square. Children, old men and women and youths were all gathered. Beside her, was her alpha. She scotted over to touch him. She noticed her had markings and blood drawn over his body. She lifted her head and placed her gaze on Nuna. "What happened to him and what are you doing to him?" She asked, her words, softly spoken. "we are doing the same thing we did to you, except, we did not need blood for yours. It is called the ingkali." Someone from the crowd answered.

I declined. "Oh come on," he pushed on, "he told me you do this amazing thing with your ton-" "Connor." he yelled and he immediately stopped talking. I chuckled, knowing exactly what the fuck was going on, "I can't believe this." "Jade I-" "No," I sighed, "it's fine." I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria.