Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Ophelia

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

"Pilar." "Yeah?" I did not know what to say, so I just stood watching her back. She turned her head, just enough to look at me over her shoulder. "Don't die, Ophelia." She walked out. ~`~`~`~`~`~`|~`~`~`~`~`~`|~`~`~`~`~`~` The carriage was waiting at the gate. I had followed her down to see her off.

Ophelia's POV Sitting down in the lavishly furnished living room of Dominic Blackwood's home I couldn't help but recall my conversation with him at the hospital two days ago. "Let’s discuss our CONTRACT marriage, shall we?" He had said. "Contract marriage?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You see, Miss–" "Ophelia, my name is Ophelia," I corrected. "Aren't you supposed to be in a coma?" I asked, even though I know I sound stupid right now. He was standing in front of me, that's all the answers I should need.

Ophelia was a mistake from the start, and if Jane hadn't been so foolish, she would still be here, and everything would be different. But no. I was alone, left to pick up the pieces while Ophelia, the cause of it all, was probably out there, living her life without a care in the world. I wondered what had become of her. She disappeared after Ryan and Vivian's wedding, but I knew better than to think she was gone for good. Ophelia had a way of surviving, of slipping through the cracks. Part of me hoped she was dead, that she'd finally met the end she deserved. It would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? The child that destroyed my life, gone forever. I could finally put everything behind me and

-Of course, the first person to be kind to me is a spy. Ophelia Criss was a noble, a fallen noble. To be more specific, she is a fallen noble that Vivanna's father had ruined. Ophelia pleaded with the crown prince to assign her to me, in short. Ophelia is the largest contributor to Vivanna's execution, second only to the male leads of course. And on bad days…she actually attempted to poison Vivanna's meals. I think that the author had saved Vivanna on those days, because whenever her meal had been poisoned, Vivanna herself simply had no appetite or someone had dropped by to see her, causing her to skip the poisoned meal.

the Skeletal Demon wailed, clearly terrified. He had only just stepped into Ghosttown when Ophelia had captured him. Though her reputation might not be widely known elsewhere, in Ghosttown, her name carried unparalleled weight. Her legendary battle had sealed her status. She had taken on two peak Transcendent Realm warriors alone and emerged unscathed after killing them both. She was practically the queen of Ghosttown, and no one dared provoke her. Never had he imagined that Felix had ties to someone like her. "Felix," Ophelia said, her tone calm but serious, "I have some bad news. You've probably noticed already, haven't you?"

"You already know more than most people ever get to." "I know the facts," I said. "Not the truth. Not the part of them that shaped you." He looked out the window for a moment, the cypress trees blurring past, then turned back to me. "Ophelia and Persephone," he began, "were raised like mirrors—identical in everything but heart. One is crueler than the other, but I stopped trying to tell them apart a long time ago. Together, they're... sharp. Calculated."

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

I turned Ophelia. She stood at the altar’s edge, arms raised. The Spiral glowed across her body, runes ignited in flame and light. She whispered something I couldn’t hear. And the enemy faltered. They shrieked, recoiled. Some clutched their heads. Others simply dropped, as if struck by unseen force. Ophelia’s voice rose, steady, powerful an incantation older than the hills. A wave of light erupted from the shrine, tearing through the Hollow Howl like a cleansing flame.

she said, coming to the realization. Ophelia and Maria exchanged glances again, confirming Raven's suspicion. It seemed that Ophelia sought to use her blood to maintain her own youth and extend her life. “You're right. I am dying,” Ophelia admitted, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “This is my chance to gain immortality and live for centuries to come.” Raven felt a mix of emotions - sympathy for Ophelia's desperation and anger at the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her goals.