Greek Mythology Ophelia Novels & Stories

Ophelia found herself screaming into the phone, hardly caring that someone just might hear her, even though the walls were so thick between units it might have been soundproof. But the call died. Ophelia stood there, shaking with rage. She should have killed this bitch. She should have listened to Draco that day, and she would not have been tricked and Ariel would have been rotting in the grave. But as the severity of her situation dawned on her, her rage gave way to panic. Ariel was with her father. That witch was with her father! They were enemies. They were out to destroy each other, so there was absolutely no reason for the witch to hold back from telling her father all about her affair

Leon replied. Suddenly the digital screen appeared before them again. Hercules and Athena, kill the Hydra to continue to the next level. Go! "I guess, we can't help but be ready," said Leon while gesturing for Claire to come with him. Claire carried a golden spear typical of the goddess Athena, while Leon carried a simple sword. "Hydra's blood is poisonous, very poisonous," replied Claire, who suddenly knew a lot about Greek mythology. "I know," said Leon. In front of them now, was a vast lake.

“You think you’ve freed yourself, Erica… but you’ll never escape what you are. You’ll always be tainted… by me.” Erica felt a pang of sadness, not for Ophelia, but for everything lost—the years of torment, the lives damaged, the shattered bonds that had once meant family. “I’ll spend my life proving you wrong.” Ophelia’s breaths became shallow, her eyes dimming as the final moments slipped away. The woman who had haunted them both for so long, who had wreaked so much havoc, was gone. Her eyes finally glazed over, her body still, leaving only an eerie silence behind.

” Liora yelled at the top of her lungs in anger as she immediately collapsed on the floor with tears while groaning in pain. Savannah and the others rushed towards her and tried to break the chain while Ophelia and Rome just stood in place unable to believe what they had just heard. Ophelia couldn't believe she had been of use to Godmother from the very beginning. Her life was being determined by her and every move of hers was being watched. Even before she gets to meet Rome, she has been a target. Even her father was murdered by this same woman when they had no ties to the Sinclairs’ family.

Ophelia’s POV: “Rhea Whitmore.” The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.

After that, she left the town, never to be seen again. The history I had been told was wrong. Ophelia was never burned to death as history recorded. She had retreated, hidden from the world, broken beyond repair—alone and lost until she died weeks later from poisoning. The truth was lost to time, swept away by those who sought to erase the past.

Elphaba asked. Ophelia was not surprised that Elphaba recognized her. Her powers have been sucked off, her luck has been sucked off, and she has been raped too many times by that man sent by Azazel Laroch. When the Vampire Race convoy left, they decided to kill her. But she held on with her sheer will. In the eyes of Azazel and others, Ophelia was dead, but she wasn't.

“My wolf wouldn’t have allowed me to stand there and watch her die.” For the briefest moments, Uncle Marcus' eyes are on me, studying me, carefully, as if trying to read me, but I guess he finally gives up because he nods. “I understand.” A pause. Then, he coughs awkwardly, adding, “Ah, that reminds me. What do you think of Ophelia? Andromeda told me the Moon Goddess chose her for you.” I tense. Ophelia. Her name tastes bitter on my tongue. For a moment, I don’t respond. My mind flashes back to Clara—to the look in her eyes when I disclosed I had chosen Ophelia instead.

Hera stood and went out of her chamber. She went down Mount Olympus and met with a mortal who had been under her care for quite some time now. Philius is the son of one of the mistresses of Zeus. Hera spared her life when Philius offered his life instead. Since then, Hera has been using him to punish the other women Zeus has been having affairs with. "I believe Eleena is on Apollo's island, in Delos. Go there and kill her." Philius nodded and left. Hera smirked knowing that the oracle might not happen and it is all because of her.

First Eve or as many know Lilith, gripped the chin of Aviva (Delilah) he nails pierced Aviva’s skin to the point blood prickled out of it. Lucifer grabbed her free arm and yanked her away from Aviva. Delilah (Aviva) felt a sharp pain on her head. Her eyes twitched due to pain. Delilah (Aviva) flet her heart pounding against her chest, she tried controlling the pain and standing on her feet.