Goetia Oc Novels & Stories

"Aquamet Ignam. Per Teram at Erem Peripheco at Consecratet. Revoke at Revivae with Spiritus. Vineat at Corpus. Resurgent at Quod Perditum Est Restitutor. Elody Moonborn!" Odessa screamed, and there was a loud crash.

Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?” “Who is Goethe?” Oscar asked. Rowan gave a questioning look as he asked, “Have you no education on our roots?” When Oscar gave a chagrinned shake of his head, he said, “This must be rectified.” “Will Cerie’s magic extend your life?” Oscar asked. “I expect so,” Rowan said as he stood and untied his robe’s belt so that it fell open to expose his hardened manhood. “If it doesn’t, I’ll go feeling the best I’ve ever felt. This magic is dangerously addictive.”

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

“If you were just standing before him, yes. But if you were to already be there once the sleeping spell is lifted, he won’t know how you got there.” “It still won’t take long for it to notice the lack of life,” Tabatha says. “Not if you’re standing inside a circle. I didn’t think of the Goetia circles until you mentioned them, Cal. They’re difficult to cast, but strong. If you’re standing in it…I mean, it’s a stretch, but it might work.” “Okay. So it agrees to leave Evander’s body to enter mine—this sounds so sexual.” I wrinkle my nose. “Then what?”

Although the light wasn't strong, it was enough to see clearly. "The Ten Life Flames?" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. It was a difficult technique that Otto Zallen, the founder of the mystic arts, had only used once. Bartholomew had been doing geomancy for his entire life, but he had never managed to find any books on it. Sebastian had just casually used Otto's most famous technique! "If you don't come out to meet me, I'm going to leave." Sebastian smiled faintly in the direction of the second floor.

“I’ll think about it after the Doom Race has been disciplined.” Wyot wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. In Zvecha Temple in the Dark World’s Yin's Void, Goyo sat on a zafu exuding amethyst-gold light. He wore a purple robe and meditated with his eyes closed. In front of him, Gladwin and Quardion were anxious but silent. “Is that all?” Goyo asked after a while, without opening his eyes. Gladwin gritted his teeth and nodded. “Lord Goyo, we are done. Based on our investigation, it’s impossible for Jacopo to be Waitara’s Reincarnation Soremsia.”

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

"This isn’t for scrying. I use it to record lectures." He tapped the crystal ball and it glowed neon purple. Professor Goode’s raspy voice echoed from it, "Perthro is the fourteenth rune of the Elder Futhark runic alphabet denoting the voiceless bilabial stop or p-sound. It means ‘unknown’ and is the rune of fate. It’s the rune of probability and the role of luck. The universe at play–" It stopped when he tapped it again. "Useful," she remarked. "Right? Makes my life easier. They didn’t even release these till I was in seventh grade," he explained. "I had to rely on an enchanted pen to write lectures down for me and somebody had to read my notes to me later. It was the worst."