Octavia Goetia Fanart Novels & Stories

I say looking around at the long wide hallways covered in paintings; they all look to be the Kings and Queens sitting or standing by their thrones. I hadn’t realized Octavia stopped walking until I bumped in her, “Oops sorry babe I…” She has a tear running down her face looking at a painting of her uncle and his Queen, “Wow she was beautiful.” I say looking over her shoulder. “She was and a great warrior, mum used to be so jealous of her, every she-wolf was and aspired to be like her.” Octavia speaks as if she is far away lost in memories. I continue looking at the paintings and pick up on something, “Hey Breda looks a lot like Ragnar.”

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, 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!"

A smile lightened her eyes. "Cheer up. I have a feeling that whatever it is Octavius wants you for will be settled today. He seemed to be... different than he has ever been since... well since I released him from the goddess's clutches." "What goddess?" "Ashterah. Her obsession with him was... destructive. She imprisoned him, made him a monster, made him dependent on her and he hated himself for it. I know why you are here, you know? I spoke to Kayla. Your town is infested with Daemons."

His fingers twitched. He was coming back. “Stop!” I screamed. The witches turned. The one in the centre was ancient. Her skin was like parchment. Her eyes were black pits. This was the blood witch. Octavia. “You came,” she said. Her voice was dust and death. “I did not think you would. Most children run from their father’s resurrection.” “Let him go. Let him rest.” “Oh, he will rest. After he destroys you. After he proves that defying the Council was a mistake.” She smiled with too many teeth. “The ritual is nearly complete. Another minute. Maybe two. And Marcus Steele will rise.”

I growl at her. She walks over to me, her eyes falling to my member. “Oh daddy, I came to see if you needed me to please you, by the looks of it my services are needed.” Octavia says. She drops to her knees and unbuttons my pants. The door to my office opens once again. “Hey baby, I decided….” Gianna rips Octavia off of me and throws her against the wall. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!” Gianna roars.

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