Drowned Ophelia Novels & Stories

Ophelia placed her hand on her stomach as if speaking to her child, while closing her eyes to embrace her fate. Micheal smiled victoriously at her surrendering to him, with Uriel begging for mercy. He spared none, with his hand raised up to kill Ophelia, until it happened…

Ophelia nods. "I knew I felt a life source slip away from me, but I didn't know which, how did she die?" Ophelia was connected to each of her mermaids and mermen good and bad, if one died her power drains as does her life but not a lot as there are over millions of mermaids and mermen if they all died so does Ophelia and if she dies they die.

We need a family member to come collect them. Tristan listened, incredulous. "Are you people still not done with this act?" Callum glanced over with a sneer. "First, the police station; now, the forensic center. Selene's got quite the network." The staff member on the other end went quiet for a few seconds, their tone cooling. "If it's inconvenient for you to come in, you can start by looking at the photographs." Three photos arrived moments later. The first showed a white gown, bloated and warped from the seawater. The hem was stained with dark traces of blood, and the lace had rotted beyond recognition.

I hiss and attack him. “You are a traitor. I will kill you all.” I grip his throat. “Prepare for war, Fen.” I move away from him as he gasps for air. I dive back into the water and swim towards the hidden kingdom. Swimming towards the abyss, the resting place of the ships, humans, and my people who have been slaughtered rest here. I move towards the opening in the wall. I push through and my eyesight adjusts to the darkness.

A voice says. "Oh, Okay," I say, slightly uncomfortable that someone walked into my room without knocking while I am in the bath completely naked. Suddenly I am shoved under the water. Panic sets in as I try to get my head above water, but no matter how hard I try and flail around, the hands holding me down won't let me come up for air. I'm hit with so much despair as I realize this is it for me. I'm going to die. Then I'm consumed by darkness. *****************************

Ophelia's POV Two days. Two endless days of stumbling through these cursed mountains, searching for someone who didn’t want to be found. The guards had given me a clear warning to leave, but I wasn't going anywhere until I had the antidote. My legs burned with every step, and my throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper. “This is pointless,” I whispered to myself, my voice raspy. “Maybe they were right. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” The mist in the air felt thicker now, wrapping around me like a cloak. The cold bit at my skin, and for the first time, I let the thought sink in—I might not make it.

“My love I know Ophelia doesn’t mean anything by it. I would never do anything to hurt you. I just didn’t want her to go wandering and wake you up.” I looked back at Ophelia, "If you don't mind me asking, who is your mate?" She giggled, "It would be way funnier to show you." She opened the kitchen window, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and started singing. It was beautiful, the notes she was hitting seemed impossible. I could understand now all the stories about Sirens and how they lead sailors to their deaths. Hearing something so beautiful would make me want to investigate it. It didn't seem to have an affect Rainn or me. Just then, we heard a crashing sound through the back of the h

I stared at his emaciated body, certain he had brought this on himself. "Why don't you just drink yourself to death?" I cursed as I kicked him. He stirred and shifted slightly, but he still lay unconscious. Then, I noticed two more graves beside my parents'. Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at them. The moment I did, I stiffened. One tombstone read: "Beloved Wife, Phoebe Radcliffe." The other: "Beloved Daughter, Lumina Carlisle." All at once, the sorrow I had bottled up came flooding back like a tide. Certain wounds were so deep that even the passage of time couldn't erase them.

Ophelia, unperturbed, grabbed Wren’s jaw with one hand and forced it open, her fingers digging into the sensitive skin. “Swallow it,” she commanded coldly, her eyes fixed on Wren’s terrified face, and without hesitation, poured the water into Wren’s open mouth. Wren gagged, coughing and spitting, trying desperately to refuse, but Ophelia didn’t relent, tilting the glass until it was completely empty. The villa’s grand entrance door had never fully closed after Ophelia had dragged Wren inside, and now, a stunned audience stood frozen behind it. Their faces, visible in the soft glow of the interior lights, registered a mixture of horror and morbid fascination.

My breaths came short and tight, and fear clawed up my throat. Then—coughing. Wet, shallow, strained. Ophelia. We turned sharply. She was still alive—barely. Her body twitched where it lay crumpled near the tree, the black veins pulsing visibly beneath her decaying skin. She coughed again, blood spurting from her lips as she let out a croaky, broken laugh. “You won’t find him here…” she rasped, eyes flickering open just slightly. “You’re too late…”