Octavia Goetia Novels & Stories

Olivia was sitting one of the dining chairs and I leaned against the back of it. Across from me, Alpha Bucho was doing the same with his Luna. We had to pull up more chairs to the table. Janet, Imogen, Tatiana, Scott, Eli, Derek, Iggy, Liam, my father and mother, Alpha Claude and his mate Chloe, with his new Beta, Victor, Zeus and another witch by the name of Agatha were all now around the our table. Agatha was also a head which of a couple of the covens that had sought sanctuary when Tatiana was on her rampage. Now her and a few other covens decided to stay on my lands.

"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?"

My eyes widened, barely able to keep my thoughts straight. Agatha's gaze shifted towards me, her eyes tinged with a mix of concern and what may well be disgust. She seemed to recognise my confusion and the need for clarity but was infuriated by it anyway. "The god of death," Agatha replied, her voice heavy with a weight that mirrored the enormity of the revelation. "Acelia, in her thirst for power, has formed a pact with an ancient deity that was once imprisoned. She has delved into the darkest corners of magic, invoking powers that transcend the realms of mortals."

Before it can settle in, I drag her by the neck, down the hallway toward her room. “I bind you, Leticia Latmus. In the names of our mother, Selene, Goddess of the Moon and Hecate, Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, I bind you from using your given abilities or abilities you have gained over your lifetimes,” My voice booms as I lug her down the hallway. She claws at my hand desperately, trying to escape, but it’s no use. I lock my grip and there is no way I’m letting go.

But now, those legions had betrayed him. Who is the victor of this war? P.s : Ars Goetia is the first part of Solomon's Lesser Key, which contains descriptions of the 72 demons that. Solomon is said to have resurrected and confined in a bronze vessel sealed by magic symbols, and ordered to work for him. Ars Goetia assigned each of them a rank and title of nobility, and gave them a sign of allegiance, or seal. The list of entities in Ars Goetia corresponds to that in Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, an appendix to which appeared in later editions of his De praestigiis daemonum, 1563 (though in a different order.)

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

I said absent-minded. Aunt Maya came in and shut the door gently behind her. She sat by my bedside. She was all dressed up for the ball. "The king sent a special invitation to your father and his household." Are you not coming dearest?." "I'm not coming, Aunt Maya." "Your sister Ava is going to become a Luna, the head of her late mom's pack." "She abandoned the family; she abandoned dad." "She's ashamed of being an omega like dad and I." I said.

I said to her straight into her face She laughs hysterically, “you will get what's coming to you, Slivia. I promise you.” The door of the Shrine opens and Aunt Octavia walks in. “Thank the goddess, Aunt Octavia, Silvia is trying to steal my powers. Thank goddess you found me.” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Is this true, Silvia?” Aunt Octavia asked her but she wasn't looking at Silvia. “Octavia—.” Silvia was about to speak when Aunt Octavia turned around in a Swift movement and held Silvia's face.

She explained to Zena. Then Elisia cut herself on the palm and pour drops of blood on the amulet. When Zena put a pinch of shadow dust, the pendant lit up. "Oh! It's still working!" Elisia exclaimed. Then a hologram of a creature appeared. "Greetings! My name is Got, a ghoul. I will connect you to the Underworld. Who do you need to speak to?" Elisia was amazed. Like Zena said the amulet was like a phone that would connect you to Acheron.