Octavia Goetia Novels & Stories

The creature let out an ear-splitting howl, its claws scraping the stone floor. Godiva raised her hand. “Wait. It’s not attacking.” She stepped closer, her courage unwavering. The wolf’s gaze fixed on her, unblinking. Slowly, she knelt and bowed her head. “I am Godiva, daughter of Selena, the Moon Goddess. I seek guidance from the Moon Goddess to protect my pack and halt the darkness.” The creature hesitated, then bowed its head in acknowledgment. The air shimmered around us, and its form dissolved into silvery light, revealing a staircase descending into the temple.

Juliet asks in rage. "It's Alexandra to you, I know you aren't stupid," Alexandra says shocking Juliet. "Alexs are you mad? Do I look like your mate? Isn't Chioma your native name? Juliet who was clearly losing her patients says. " Juliet or whatever you call yourself, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of spoiling my mood." Alexandra, says with a straight look. "What do you think of yourself? you aren't a queen or something. Your rudeness and your useless character won't take you anywhere" Juliet says in rage.

Chapter 80: Fake Moon Goddess Selene's POV (Selina) "It is our honor to have you here, Goddess Selene. May you bless us always," King Azeri of the Vampire Kingdom said as he bowed. I nodded. "May the Moon shine upon your kingdom." His smile widened. "Thank you." Upon hearing that, I turned to Ofelia. She nodded and approached me. "I'm going to the Lycan Kingdom unannounced," I said seriously. She looked at me, puzzled.

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?’

“You, Octava, challenged me all through our journey, and it hurt me, but I still kept my cool. I protected you multiple times the way I could, and when we got back here with the Rogue, I decided to interrogate this Rogue. I was cracking through and I’m sure with more time I could have gotten what I needed. “Your mother doesn’t believe in my methods because apparently, it’s too peaceful. She needs that information as fast as possible, not knowing that to actually get information without hurting the person giving you the information, you need to be a human, which you Lycans aren’t.” I looked from her to Kaelan, and then back to her. “And then there’s you, Kaelan, disrespecting me with every si

“Tell the omegas to take her luggage into one of the guests' rooms.” “But, Babe” Olivia whined. “I said No.” Kade's angry words echoed in the room, making Octavia bow her head. After they left the room I turned towards Ella, who was now chopping the vegetables like they were someone’s head. “That’s Octavia. She is the Alpha’s king daughter and probably the future Luna of the pack” Ella whispered low, before I could say or ask anything. “She probably is the best choice for Kade, but I will keep praying to the Moon Goddess to send him, his fated mate.” She continued and I kept quiet.

“That’s my sister’s name.” I open up a mindlink. “Bronx, Musu, does the name Octavia Minor sound familiar to either of you?” Musu comes back almost immediately. “Octavia the Minor was a famous ancient Roman woman. Mark Anthony’s second wife.” “That’s a really specific question, Kas.” Bronx sounds confused. “What are you into?” “Just having a little conversation with Maya.” I try to sound nonchalant. “Uh, Musu, can you do some research and have the tech team check Cora’s blade server? See if Cora knew Octavia the Minor?”

Francesca just stared at her, waiting patiently for the explanation. Gianna smirked, "My name is not Gianna. I’m Veronica Hermosa, an archdemoness of Hell." "What?" Francesca's brow furrowed. This sounded like a joke. But Gianna did not give her time to process it, just continued saying,"I’m a refugee from another universe. Don't ask why I became one, it's a long story. In any case, Hecate, the lunar goddess of the underworld here, helped me escape. She draws her power from you, too, as the mother of witches. That's why in return for her help, I need to make sure that you become Selene."

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—”

Octavius opened a smile that would have been the sun that was missing in that hell, beautiful, illuminated, and I think I heard the sword of Vraxlon clinking on a plate when he released it in disbelief, but I was not sure because, when I looked, the sword was still being carefully caressed with the napkin. "Take as much time as you need," said Octavius, lowering our hands together. I remembered the touch, I remembered the smell of lily flower that came from him, the sweat of his body in a sensual torpor, like a family fragrance. I even remembered to hear him moan my name with that naturally seductive voice. I was red when I realized the thought and even more nervous when I realized that he w