Octavia Goetia Fanart Novels & Stories

Beside the drops of it, the black gives way to a figure and fear crawls into the crevices of my mind, leaving me cold and sweaty as I realize what Rune has drawn. Who. Hekate. Something prompts me to flip the page and I do. The paintings are different on this one. This page is covered with faces and expressions of a young girl. Laughing, happy, angry, sad...it captures everything. Her eyes, her hair, her lips and the flush in her cheeks. There are dates at the top of each page. It's always the same day, but a different year. My birthday. Solstice. I flip the next, fingers trembling, feet cold and frozen and it is more drawings of this girl. Slightly older. Perhaps, by a year.

She gave a small, firm nod. “Then let’s do this.” Aria wasted no time. She lit the room with candles and incense. With steady hands, she drew a wide chalk circle around Lysandra and me while Gothel thrashed on the bed, her chains rattling. “Oh, Aria,” Gothel sneered, her voice soaked in venom. “A mighty moon goddess, yet you put your faith in these fragile girls? They’ll ruin everything. They’ll burn the realm to ash.” Her laugh was sharp and evil.

Asher watched her drive out of the parking lot and disappear down the road. "Creepy," Octavia mumbled to herself once her admirer was out of sight. She put on some music to help ease her nerves. Hopefully, she wouldn’t run into that weirdo again. It didn’t matter how breathtakingly gorgeous he was—the guy was clearly full of red flags. ---

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

He stepped back a few steps. “NO! I'm not! I can't be! I'm an alpha!” Adom lied. He didn’t want anyone to know his secret. What would people do when they knew? He wouldn’t be able to study anymore; he wouldn’t get a cute and pretty omega girl. This man ruined him! "B-but, your smell... you smell like an omega. I love your scent; you have to be.” Sebestian said this in confusion, stepped closer to Adom, and grabbed his arm again.

, Lucas responded. “.……Ojousama..”, Natalie was dumbfounded. "................", Oceane had a blank expression on her face. Audelia was so pissed off right now. Why? Because the divine artifact that she got from Ultimia was different from the one she used during her training. This divine artifact was embedded into her soul, it had the shape of a rose crystal with golden color with a little red in it. ‘He said he wants to strengthen the artifact..’ ‘I should know better than to trust that damn God..’

Goyre looked up at her tall, elegant mother with gleaming black skin and deep dark eyes. “Why can’t you do it yourself, mother?” “Demeus will have my head if he senses me anywhere close to his child. Right now he doesn’t even know that his child is here in Eyrotia, if he does he will do everything to save her even though she would be the end of him and our pantheon. Demeus still loves me but I can’t claim that he would not have my head if he sees me around his child.” Goyre thought about this and turned to the sleeping Phoenix. Something was glittering on her neck, it seemed like some sort of seal. She bent closer to look at it and was about to question Oya about it when Oya pulled her up wi

They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black. “You’re real,” I breathed. “Very observant.” He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there, moving with predatory grace. “I am Oberin. And you, little artist, have invoked a contract with a high-ranking lust demon. Do you have any idea what that means?” I scrambled backward, suddenly aware of how stupid this had been. “I—the book said—”

Dreadful icons were added to her pictograph completely changing her work while she continued with her chant, ignorant of the changes. "An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!"

I say when Lycaon chuckles. “He is talking to you, isn’t he?” he asks, and I nod my head. “This is good, Selene call Odessa. She will help with this.” I look at Selene and she groans. Apparently, Odessa is a friend of Asteria’s. She is an oracle and has power. Her power can apparently bring my Lycan forward. If that is even possible. “No need to call me. I’m already here.” I turn and see a woman with dark skin and long silver hair. Golden tattoos on her exposed skin. Her eyes are silver.