Opal Characters Novels & Stories

“And you, why did you come here instead of protecting your king?” “My duty remains here. It is to protect you, princess, the last of the royal family.” Falstad bowed his head, hiding his expression under this act. “I’ve seen how easily lord Dillan fell under that man’s spells, it was as easy as cutting butter. He had no chance to even respond, not even a second to utter a word.” “Lord Dillan the kingdom’s champion?” Falstad nodded. “So my princess, I assumed for the worst. And do you hear those shouts? They aren’t cheers, but the wails of men being culled at the moment.”

She just glanced and nodded, seeing Lani run for help before burying her head in the pillow. “Why didn’t anyone help you? Why are you alone with so many things in your hands?" “I-I refused them. I wanted to do it myself.” Opal replied in a soft voice. "Opal also liked to shop. You two could be a good pair." Layla commented. "So, what have you bought?" Lani was excited to see some new things. Opal felt unaccustomed. She never saw someone expressing their enthusiasm this much as she felt that Lani was jumping in excitement.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

There was a very noticeable ink at the side of his face, a black drawing of two serpents fighting for dominance, identical to the necklace on his neck. He was a head taller than Oliviér that had already dwarfed Elizabeth, so standing beside this Alpha male she seemed like nothing more than a speck of dust…. Although for her it was hard not to notice him with the scent of fresh sunflowers that filled the air the moment he walked here. Sunflower? Elizabeth trailed her eyes from his summer blonde hair to his blonde eyebrows, and golden armor. It fitted perfectly. Different from Elizabeth who was secretly examining his features, Oliviér was irritated. "The renowned Divine Paladin has finally ret

We are stronger than him… He doesn’t own me… He doesn’t control me…’] Isadora may have been right, as Opal was an Alpha-Omega; however, the two Alpha claim marks on her body made the Alpha command that little stronger. Opal fought the Alpha command for as long as she could, keeping as much of the pain confined to herself. Unfortunately, an hour and a half later, while Isadora was studying, the pain had grown to a point where it started to slip past Opal’s control and the headache that was just a dull ache soon felt like someone was hitting her in the head with a sledgehammer.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and Opal collapsed. Nigel Senior got to her first, catching her before her body hit the floor. "Easy now," he muttered, checking her pulse. His eyes softened for a moment. Everyone watched in stunned silence. Then... Opal opened her eyes. They glowed bright yellow. Her irises shimmered with golden rings, and when she spoke, her voice echoed with multiple tones like a choir of spirits. "She's... transcended," Lazarus whispered. "She's not just a witch anymore."

Amma responded with a gentle smile, a testament to her unconditional love and desire to bring joy to her daughter. The shopkeeper's gaze lingered on Rithanya, curiosity and perhaps amusement evident in his eyes. Amidst the piles of watermelons, Rithanya made her choices clear, articulating her desires. "I want red watermelons to take home. And three glasses of Cane Juice. And one slice of pepper-topped watermelon to eat now." Her requests carried a newfound sense of assertion, an assertion of her preferences and an assertion of her right to savor life's simple pleasures.

My best friend, Javier runs a massive cartel down there, so I try to keep him stocked with everything he needs. As I stood there talking to the captain of the ship, I noticed that Jax got a phone call and started pacing. He had an angry look on his face. I finished up my conversation with the captain and walked over to Jax. "What is going on?" "I got a call from Ben. Ophelia called him. He said when he answered the phone, he heard a loud noise, but Ophelia never said anything on the other end. He stayed on the phone and could hear Damian calling for her to wake up, he heard a struggle and Ophelia screaming."

He tore through her skin and her blood flowed freely, mixing with the rustled dried leaves on the ground. The moon which had hidden beneath the looming dark clouds presented itself again, this time, a bright crimson shade. Its light shone brightly, illuminating the woods. That was when she saw it. Lying at the far end of the axis they were fighting on was a shiny circular object. It shone brighter than the moon and stood out from all the debris of the woods. Without wasting another moment, Opal aimed for it at once. Tave did not realize what was happening on time. He was still trying to stop the bleeding from his torn flesh. He did not notice that the precious stone he’d held had slipped out

“Pauleen, Kyle, Winona, Emie and finally Haruna.” One by one as he utters and somehow calls the name of his new fund puppets with different sides and colors of their twisted hearts, reality, games, and life. HE giggles in amusement as HE confirms HIS game all to HIMSELF. “In this game of chess, I am winning by ten advance steps from you. OPHIUCHUS.” Uttering the name that He granted towards the original skin of HIS very first creation. HE giggles then laughs in a hellish and taunting way, as HE observes HIS newest puppet through the mirror with HIS ever-sinister smile and cunning plan at hand as he calls.