Greek Mythology Ophelia の小説・ストーリー

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

Keyleth chuckled, proceeding to stretch her lips into a broad smile. Stella let out a nervous chuckle, pushing a piece of her hair back. “Thank you…Lord Ol—” “Just Oliver, princess,” I caught a stray strand of her red hair in between my thumb and index finger. “Oliver.” Her hair felt the exact way it looked, soft and silk-like. I let the strand curl around my finger, before releasing it. Keyleth's lips parted, and I was close to moving towards the edge of the room. “Would you go riding with me!?” Stella blurted. And then, like she realized what she just said, her eyes widened a fraction. Keyleth at her side, looked like she was using every ounce of energy she had to keep from laughing.

Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road. The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks. "Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Hadiya asked, seeing me lost in my thoughts. This place is haunted in some way. Not the paranormal t

Zephyra saw Ophelia sit down at a small table. An idea struck her as she saw the fae. Ophelia had the gift of foresight. She may have seen something about the animals. “Hey, Ophelia,” Zephyra said, sitting down next to her and then waving at Max, her son. Ophelia gave her a knowing grin. “What is it you wish to know?” “Anything and everything,” Zephyratold her honestly.

Lucian reminded him. "Who? Ophelia?" he inquired with surprise. He didn't know that well about Ophelia. From the she reacted towards Jonathan's adopted daughter, whose name I don't want to take, she is the type to hold a grudge if they hurt someone she likes. She is the loyal kind. That's why she volunteered to pour that chemical on her head, Darius thought "Yes, that girl" Lucian confirmed his suspension. Darius hid his amused smile behind his palm.

We settled around the bed, Mia helping me sit comfortably while Eldric pulled a chair close, voice dropping to storyteller tone. "Long ago, lifetimes past, lived Ophelia, alpha's daughter in the ancient Silvermoon Clan. She was destined to rule over all Silvermoon, but the elders and pack rebelled against a woman leading. But she wasn’t really concerned about leadership. As time passed she found a warlord named Darius wounded near her borders. Ophelia saved him, she hid him, and nursed his wounds in secret. When he recovered he left, but he returned often, and those moments sparked deep and passionate romance."

She opened her mouth to speak and what she said next got me frozen on the spot. “I saw Ares today at Ophelia’s school and he kinda saw me with Ophelia.. Well actually he spoke to Ophelia…” she rushed but I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. What did she mean by he spoke to Ophelia, he doesn’t know Ophelia.

The second reason was whenever she wanted to repay the evil of the werewolves by herself and the third reason was to assure someone just like she did to Ophelia. She would often take the form of someone that they might not suspect but her words would always give her out for those who were wise enough. Ophelia ran home crying. She felt so grateful because this only proved that the moon goddess didn't hate her. She loved and cherished her. She thought that because of her past behavior, she would condemn her but no…even the highly respected supernatural being didn't hate her. She only came to give her advice on how to live guiltless from her past actions.

She came too late to save her child. Ophelia closed her eyes, trying to process everything in her brain. It has been long since the prophecy was revealed but none of them bothered asking why she chose Vivian. Why Vivian? She tried everything she could to stop Vivian from coming to Gael, from getting close to Styx because that was the only way she could save her. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't stop them. And to top it all, she now has an illness, an illness that would kill her in the next few days.

And we also told the story of what happened to the king and queen. "Sophie's powers used earlier are one of her strongest powers. Sophie used to kill the last dark creatures left, and yours is Hell Illusion Eyes. That power of hers is the strongest of all. Feast on the opponents' weaknesses is one of the powers of a legendary goddess. She will first make you feel the pain emotionally or show you what you are most afraid of, and then it will hurt you physically. That and only those in power Hell Illusion eyes can do that," the king explained. "But how? How can we survive there? " I asked.