Greek Mythology Ophelia Novels & Stories

I further informed. "Aphrodite, how did you meet this lad?" "I was leaving the theatre and he snuck in backstage, he is quite mischievous." Lydia shook her head, "he snuck in backstage?" I nodded, "you know you are not allowed to talk to anyone," she told me and I sighed. "I know..." "I am sorry, Aphrodite, but it is a pretty daffodil." "I suppose it is." "It is past saving now, I will throw it in the rubbish."

Olivia yelled at Narcissa and Tristan. “You,” she pushed Narcissa and Tristan behind her standing as a shield, protecting her like Athena carried some disease. “Don’t come close to my daughter or my sons. Stay away from them” Olivia grabbed Athena’s arm tight. Athena was too shocked to react, and Cleon started crying amidst the chaos. Athena gulped her saliva down as Olivia looked intimidating. “Murderer and a gold digger,” Olivia yelled in Athena’s face, digging her sharp nails into Athena’s arms and scratching the skin.

Ophelia threatened. Daphne was sobbing hard. "Ophelia let her go." I couldn't watch this anymore. Ophelia smiled at me. "Fine," her grip loosened but then she looked at me, wickedness glinting in her eyes as her lips stretched into a broader, more deranged kind of smile, "on second thought I don't remember taking orders from you." Before I could process what was happening there was a sickening crack and thud. Ophelia broke Daphne's neck and threw her to the ground like she was nothing.

"And why should I be scared of you? I will be ahead of you in every single thing, and you won't be able to do a shit about it." When I found out from some gossiping witches that Ophelia was once a court maiden in this pack, I knew things wouldn't end well here. I was so bothered as if there was something special here. Then I heard she gave birth to a son, and the Alpha pronounced her dead, but she bore a second son for him. Wolves can be so crazy. I pushed her away from me as I pushed the door to my room open. I turned, staring at her again.

She treated the girl's wounds first, then made sure to give her water. “Drink, it will give you more strength,” Ophelia said with a smile, but beneath that smile was pure evil. She had poisoned the water, and Khloé had finally fallen into her wicked trap. 'Another one wasted' Ophelia cackled inwardly.

What we had experienced in his hands before now was going to be so little compared to what he was going to do by the time he sent out his army. “Ophelia has been put in the deepest part of the dungeon and I fear there's really no way she would get out. There are a lot of people who want her dead and at this point, based on what she has done, she’s never going to get out… This is going to be a straight judgment.”

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

Connor denied and hugged me tightly, then began to cry like a child and I promised myself that whoever made the sweetest man I knew cry like that was going to pay dearly. “The deaths of his brothers and father are related to Ophelia,” Drago said and I couldn't believe it. “How could that be possible?” I asked blankly. “Ophelia used dark magic to practice necromancy,” Drago said. “She sought to revive her dead mate, or at least that person's soul and place it in a vessel. She practiced with the Devereux because of the purity of their blood. They were all practice for her and marrying Connor was vital to her plans.”

"That's why your mother left." "That can't be the end of the story," I leaned forward. "You can't expect me to believe that this is all to it." "All you need to know is that Ophelia went to great length to get the power she has now. That's why she was banished. The temple can't grant her access. Its magic is very ancient." "Even if she gets enough power like that of a deity," "Where did you get that from?" she asked. "I don't know."

Ophelia was tied up in the presence of everyone in the Lycan keepers clan. People poured on her all sorts of dirts. Rotten fruits, dirty water, stones and dried leaves as well. Her skin and gown was already messed up, her cheeks flooded with tears…not because she will be executed soon, but because of her brother and children. What will be their fate? Will the Lycan king find out their identity and take good care of them? Hope her brother won't be executed alongside her?