Octavia Goetia Fanart Novels & Stories

This kiss carried weight, a vow unspoken. When they broke apart, Allistair grinned happily. “So do you want to see it now?” “Yes baby, where is it?” Samael exclaimed, clearly excited. Allistair stood up and waved his hand and the square designed fountain parted and revealed all his paintings that he recently made and on the centeris the exact replica of the painting he burned. The one called “Aeternum”. The painting made by the greatest painter of all time, his favorite painter Vianna Resilda Del Fierro, Samael’s mother.

He sounded way more scarier than he looked as he leaned his face closer to her terrified ones. " I am Ker." __________________________________ Ker in Greek mythology means: Evil Spirit or Spirit of violent death and doom You will understand in the next few chapters why I chose this name. Caius was an angel in comparison with this monster. Our antagonist here, we had two new names in this chapter, it's on you to find who the actually Villian is. Even though Caius is no where hero though. Next will be updated hopefully a day after tomorrow. Don't forget to follow me here and on MyNovel, I need your support there guys, so do follow there and on I*******m it's mirah_selim

The woman who called to me in my visions. “Asena,” Kian speaks her name, lowering his head. She purses her lips. The woman then turns her attention to me “Morgan Faye Artos, I assume. The last witch of Andora.” Her gaze is heated, almost a glare and a look of disappointment flashed in those bright green eyes, but only for a moment. “You and I have much to discuss.” She pins with those knowing orbs before training them back on Kian. “And you Hunji,” she shakes her head “Well, that is between you and the moon goddess now. There is nothing I can do.” Now showing pity towards Kian, her eyes slightly softening.

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

“I have a very nasty skin rash and I'm afraid the Alpha might find it disgusting.” Calling Dorian the Alpha makes my hand curl into a fist. Octavia stumbles back like she was scorched. “I—Is it contractable?” she asks and I can feel the digust in her gaze. I shake my head. “No. My mistress is working on a cure. Very soon, my skin will be as flawless as my lady's,” I say with pretence admiration. Octavia likes being flattered and I played the card of a devoted fan. She clears her throat loudly, shifting on her feet. “I doubt if your skin can be as flawless as mine but since you recognize good things, I can recommend some of the products I use.”

They all bowed their heads in agreement and Kal gripped my hand in his as he continued, “Octavia’s real parents are not the Lennox’s, they were the old Luna’s brother and his mate, who lived as rogues and died when Octavia was only a few months old.” He continued to lay out only the facts they needed, “The things that have been happening with Octavia, which Eathen is free to fill Elle on later, are associated with her birth mother’s heritage. She was only turned to being a wolf after she was mated to one, but was previously a witch.”

"Ashworth's son, which maiden have you been entertaining in my living room?" "Mother..." Deimon began, trying to defend himself, his Alpha pride slightly wounded. "Are you keeping things from me now? Tell me," Octavia leaned in, her eyes sharp as needles. "Is it Selene's girl?" Deimon tilted his head backward in genuine shock. He stared up at her, amazed by how she was able to guess so easily. "Hmm, that's more like it," she scoffed, stepping back and crossing her arms. "I can sniff the high priestess's genetic scent from anywhere. But her daughter? Deimon, really?"

“I guess I’m going to be arrested in this kingdom for being a wolf.” “This is wrong,” Octava said, turning to the officer. “Unhand them immediately.” The officer tried to pull off his aura as I scoffed. Then he looked at me. “Are you seriously laughing? You think this is a laughing matter?” I shook my head. “No, but you flaring up your aura in front of the princess of the lycans is laughable, especially since my beta’s aura is stronger than yours. Now tell me, what do you think the princess’s aura is going to flare like?”

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"

That was really good. ~ COSMO'S MANSION ~ ~ OCTAVIA'S ROOM ~ Octavia opened her system by going through G****e and searching for 'Sandy Adams. She wouldn't have gotten this far if she hadn't stumbled upon her picture on Atlas phone, and then she worked as Atlas personal assistant. Different names popped up on the screen. Sandy Adamss Sandra Adams Sandy Dams Sandy Adams.