Octavia Goetia Novels & Stories

He was silent, his eyes trailing over my body, before his hand took my own into his and he held it with a confident grip as he began to stride casually and I walked alongside him, "a lot exists in this world that many know nothing about, my Aphrodite. That, you most certainly can be assured of." He stopped in his steps, before he turned to me and gently pulled my body into his. He placed his hands on my waist and I wrapped my own arms around his neck, leaning in to place my head on his shoulder. "There is much of the unknown that you are not aware of. An evil presence that has always been present in your life and you have yet to know of it." "What do you speak of, Master Abigor?"

I said. “Well, she is the moon goddess daughter, a demi goddess. She can’t be like us," Silver said, dragging me up. “Well, I want to be like her,” I mumbled. They both laughed. “You can be if you work hard,” she said encouragingly, but I know I can’t. Octavia is just too powerful; no wonder other kingdoms are trying so hard to be in her good book, not after what she did to the vampire kingdom. No vampire has dared to come near; they are even scared of Archie.

I could only hope he would behave while I was busy. Once I sat down with Brianna, I took a moment to take her in, committing her to memory to share with everyone when I was home and when the time was right. She looked like she belonged here, but her anxiety was starting to crash into me. “You don’t know me,” I started and smiled at her, “but my name is Octavia, and I’m the Luna of the Timber pack,” she was already confused. “I also have… special… abilities that stem from being a part witch. They have drawn me here, to you, because you’re special as well.”

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."

Octavia stood up and faced the crowd, her white hair tinted by the blood. “I give you Queen Bellona, ruler of werewolves! With Prince Dean and Prince Archie!” Selene yelled. Everyone cheered happily as Bellona walked to her throne and sat on it, her two boys on her laps. Bellona told her mother to call her Bellona. She believes Octavia died when her mate refused to recognise her. Now she is Queen Bellona, ruler of Werewolves and shall remain like that.

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.

And as Lucas's distrust of Andrea grew, Octavia was sure that Damon and even her father, Alpha Damien, would begin to see her in a negative light as well. It was all part of her plan to take revenge on Andrea and her mother for the humiliation thejd presence had caused she and her mother. Once they were out of the picture, Octavia knew her mother would regain her rightful position as Luna, and Octavia would finally be able to stake her claim as her father's true daughter. Octavia felt entitled to all the attention, and Andrea's presence threatened that. She must leave. She had practiced this arcane technique for years, honing her abilities until it was almost effortless to transform into any

-Lucy’s POV- I could not believe that I followed Conner’s orders. I am currently riding in his Rolls Royce Cullinan silently, while my heart is rebelling. I have always been an independent woman and with that I have always taken things in my own hands. I am not used to depending on someone, but here I am doing just the opposite. What kind of black magic does Conner have that he can just easily make me follow him. Oh please Lucy, get over it! Conner has made his point and it truly made sense. Ugh! To be honest I am not so worried about the tasting test because I know that Ronald will do great. What I am truly worried about is myself. Can I pull out the tough act when Conner is very near me? I

His hand gripped on the necklace and the white robed figure quickly stood up. "Wow, wow, wow, it's me!" Octavia took down her hood, her red hair wet on its fringes. "Octavia? What are you doing here? The hell is happening here?" "Lars, you can't be here. You're putting our plan in danger." "What plan? Nobody tells me anything!" 'For bloody good reason.' This was Rachelia. Lars scratched his head in utter confusion and scanned Octavia who was wearing Silver Sovereigns' signature white robe and its silverstream brooch. It just made sense to Lars why he couldn't detect Octavia's presence at all.

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”