Octavia Goetia Fanart Novels & Stories

The painting isn't completely dry yet, which means that this is new, and the Alpha King has no idea about this painting. "Anyone! I need a damn omega to take this fucking painting off this wall!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. A female omega came out of my old room with her cleaning supplies. "What is the meaning of this? Why does Octavio have a painting on this wall? He isn't the family of the Alpha. Take this goddamn portrait right now!" I demanded. The omega stared cautiously at the painting even when she was shaking in fear. She didn't lift a finger to do what I was asking her.

Finally focusing, my eyes land on three females who hold their hands out at Mathias and bare their human teeth in warning to him. It’s my turn to gasp, and maybe growl a little when my eyes land on the figure lying behind the three females. A mass of white straggly hair covers the female form. Beneath the rags of white that hold blood and dirt, feet and hands poked out. With skin as dark as onyx I can already guess who it is. Ashe the first. Or as some know her in this day and age - Odeia. “You dare to show your face!” Arcas growls taking over Mathias. The beast shone through the human form's eyes, his aura pouring out suffocating the rest of the room. Fur sprouts over his arms and claws beg

I thought about the essence of what I imagined to be the territory of pride and said to no one in particular: I'm Arianna, princess of the storm, and I demand that your protections be broken. I'm Arianna, princess of the storm, and there's nothing I can't do. I am Arianna, princess of the storm, daughter of Lucifer and queen of hell, and there is nothing and no one who does not bow to my power. My heart seemed to miss a beat, and a strong and terrible shiver made me squeeze the necklace harder in the palm of my hand. The object burned with even more force, like a living and hateful flame. I felt the scream forming in my chest, so I screamed. I let go of everything from that part of power tha

She was dressed in a warrior’s attire, with a dozen other women at her heels, all dressed similarly. She was perhaps Alpha Orion’s age, her silvered hair pulled back in war braids and her bare arms marked with faded scars. Coming to a stop, she hooked her thumbs into her belt, Alpha Orion. His jaw stiffened Alpha Octavia.I gaped. I couldn’t help it. Alpha Octavia was a great fighter and the only woman living who claimed the title of an Alpha. But more than that, she was a child of the deity Forseti, able to detect truth from lying, no matter who spoke. This means if Lyra lied about what she’d been doing, Alpha Octavia would know.

Dolly continued, “She said her name is Ella. The guards at the gates tried to get rid of her, but she said something about needing to warn you that the Lycan Queen will be in danger, and something about hybrid children dying because of some experiment. And she said she was a bonded mate of Tobias Tristan, claiming to have met him on a beach. Isn’t Tristan one of the kingdom’s ministers, Your Majesty?” Octavia was right next to her by now, and Pellethia took a moment before she stepped out of the room, pacing down the corridor in quick steps while asking, “Eye color?” “Blue, Your Majesty.” “What did she smell like?” “Apples and gardenias.” “Send her in.” The guards brought Gerella from the gu

She goes off on him but Xerxes rolls his eyes, "Sativa is old, she can always make a mistake and not even know it." He counters and this makes Octavia groan loudly, "I've known Sativa since I was born, she gave me my name as she was an elder, she is blessed by the goddess, she can't make a mistake and travel a great distance to spill nonsense Xerxes!!" She took is personal and this irked him, "I want the best for Arcadia and Mace is not the best!!" He fires back and things went down south, she rubs her temples in frustration,

Canus took Scintilla there to introduce her to court last time. She nods, flipping the laptop open and squinting against the light of the screen. She fiddles with the brightness settings, then says, ‘Our Sire presented me to the Prince, and later he left me alone with Octavia—she’s the progeny of our Sire’s brother, Lord Chryseus. Eighth oldest, maybe?’ Octavia is one of the more prominent of Chryseus’s progeny, and by far the most personable of them all. ‘She told you?’

“I’ll handle them from here, Rose.” A tall man with ocean blue eyes and a kinder expression approached and Rose gave him a small bow, her eyes lingering on my frame with disapproval before she walked away. The man approached, he looked no older than thirty, but his presence felt suffocating— it was less commanding than the man with the grey eyes, but still pretty heady. “Elliot,” he said with a nod. “Beta of the BlackVale. The King’s second.” The words echoed in my head like a curse. My knees went weak. My stomach flipped. We were in the Lycan Kingdom?

Tomorrow my problems are all going to disappear. Thank you Carmel for being so dumb, if only you knew that Octavia was going to go down for your stupid. ################

“What do you want, Octavia?” “My father told me you've been....stressed lately. I can help with that, Leo,” She rasps. Drogo growls in my head at her defiance. She had called my name. Again. Oblivious,her finger trace the outline of the tattoo on my shoulder blade as she bites down on her lips. For a split moment, I consider it. But then again, I’m not in the mood. I have better things to worry about—like why the Moon Goddess fated me to a human.