Galatea Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

There were also other figures that if drawn to motion and imagination, it depicts stories of maybe the history of this kingdom. “Perhaps. You are the only person who had told me this, and I thank you to the deepest,” she blurted out and opened a certain door engraved with flawless objects that defines the vast nature and beauty amidst the dark cages. “So, let’s get rid of the sweet talkings and dive right into the serious matter.” “Father, Mother, this is General Gaia of Sinandaya territory,” Deianira addressed as her green silken mink shoved down the floor when she kneeled and bend her head ahead of the King and Queen by the wide balcony.

Silas’ tentacles stuck to my leg. “Thank you Goddess,” he smiled one more time before he sunk into the ocean. Galen helped me up. The little hairs on his legs brushed my shoulders and I shivered. “Sorry I repulse you,” Galen hung his head. These monsters Poseidon created were so sweet. I surely hoped their mates would think the same. “I don’t find you repulsive Galen.” I pulled his head closer to me, trying not to wince. “You just remind me of the smaller ones that don’t have a big heart like you do.” Galen’s stiff smile had him chittering until Athena called me again.

Maria strolled into the passageway, then into the room he had indicated. "Wow," there was no holding back her exclamation as she walked into the fancy room whose walls glistened with brown oil paint and a round ceiling so white she thought she walked into heaven, this was probably what the inside of barque would look like if she'd ever entered ones. It was merely a room as Jackson described but to Maria, it was next to a palace or equivalent. A silver center bowl chandelier hung above her, complimented by candelabra of the same color and designs.

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

Alicia turned her head cutely and looked startled at the passing dark-skinned sailor. "Did you just mention Ataraxia?" Alicia inquired, perplexed. “Yes. The Ataraxia is the name of this ship. Didn't you realize?" In response, Alicia shook her head. The dark-skinned sailor grinned , his pearly white teeth standing out against his caramel skin tone. "Well, if you touch the statue, you will not be swept away by the raging sea and will safely return to Ehrlich. You'll be back to Ehrlich one day, now that you've touched Ataraxia."

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

I move forward with Carter beside me. “What is your name?” Gaia asks from the balcony and he turns and gasps and he drops to his knees. “Billy. The rouges are still loyal to your mate, my goddess. They will remain loyal to you, your family, and Queen Asteria.” He says and I smile, nodding my head as Hades leans over the rail.

“The sky just woke up.” Samuel looked at her. “Now what?” “Now,” she said, voice calm but electric, “we get into position and pray Tunde doesn’t try to improvise.” ……………. INT. CITADEL MINERAL OPERATIONS HQ – SURVEILLANCE BAY – NIGHT Rows of holographic monitors flicker in a cold, sterile room lit by harsh white LEDs. The Citadel emblem rotates slowly on the wall. The air buzzes with the hum of servers and data streams. A woman in a sleek dark uniform, OFFICER ADETAYO, leans over a projection table. Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays.

It didn't look as trashed and otherwise as harmed as the outside, it looked nice. I stood up slowly, taking in the initial mural on the wall immediate to the entrance. It depicted a woman in a blue flowing gown, standing atop an ocean, she was looking at the sky with her hands lifted. And in her grip was two moons; a waxing moon and a waning moon. It was a painting of the moon goddess, Selene.