Octavia Goetia Fanart Novels & Stories

He saw a lady punching the glass pod she was kept in continuously with lightning coming out of her hands. "Ugh" he muttered as he entered "Who are you?" Seun asked "Release me...please," Felicia(Oya) replied. Seun walked to a panel and pressed a button and the glass pod opened up and she stepped out. "Thank you" she replied and charged her palms with lightning and flew out "Hold on" Seun yelled running after her. "You didn't tell me who you are" "Oya, spiritual wife to Zeus" She replied and flew out crashing through the walls of the vase and flew away.

Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms. The Omega's lip jutted out in a pout as he wrapped his arms around Art's neck. Nikola felt like his heart would explode. The Omega fairy was adorable and reminded him so much of Milo.

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.

“I once accidentally summoned a goat demon in front of the High Council.” We all turned. “Wait, what?” Kira asked. “Well, it was supposed to be a summoning of historical figures. I mixed up the runes. Instead of ‘Ancient Scholar of Olyven,’ I summoned ‘Olyven the Goat-Tyrant.’” Kira burst out laughing. “Wait… that’s the one that tried to marry a sheep, right?” “Yes,” Nilo groaned. “It proposed to Master Elreth’s scrying orb before eating her chair.”

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

“Octavius, come to me. Octavius, listen to your queen.” "It doesn't work," said Faye, controlling the laughter. "I think it's better to settle for the incubes that will suck your energy, Arianna.” “Fuck Octavius and Vraxlon together, wherever you are. I don't need any man, I just need more alcohol "I warned in a grumble, still holding the glass of the drink in slippery hands.”

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 doesn't look straight into his eyes. He only smiles and kisses her. Octavia was searching her library to it's roots, looking for what Czar took. She could still smell his scent around and it was what she used to track his movements in the library. But she was getting nowhere. She goes on a knee and an ancient circle, magenta in color with symbols appears around her,

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?’