Felicity Oliver Novels & Stories

“You’re Felicity Lawrence from Skyriv’s first division? I’m Jude Held from Eternalporium.” Felicity perked up and responded promptly in reverence, “Captain Felicity Lawrence of the first division from Skyriv’s Admiralporium. Nice to meet you, Mr. Held!”

“Felicity If you are up there, get your ass on the ground.” “I don’t think they’ll be out in this ray-” Felicity lands in front of us, water splashing up as she touches down. Unlike us, she’s not soaking wet yet, but she's quickly getting there. She turns her cold, dead eyes to me. “We can fly above the clouds,” she says as if I asked, then stalks towards me, her eyes flashing red. “You took my child.” “I took nothing, you undead bitch,” I shoot back.

Keyleth chuckled, proceeding to stretch her lips into a broad smile. Stella let out a nervous chuckle, pushing a piece of her hair back. “Thank you…Lord Ol—” “Just Oliver, princess,” I caught a stray strand of her red hair in between my thumb and index finger. “Oliver.” Her hair felt the exact way it looked, soft and silk-like. I let the strand curl around my finger, before releasing it. Keyleth's lips parted, and I was close to moving towards the edge of the room. “Would you go riding with me!?” Stella blurted. And then, like she realized what she just said, her eyes widened a fraction. Keyleth at her side, looked like she was using every ounce of energy she had to keep from laughing.