Ophelia Beckett Novels & Stories

She replies, turning away from Aphelion and further into Beckett. Aphelion gives Beckett a look of betrayal, and Beckett shrugs his shoulders in response. "It's like we've been telling you 'Phil. You've got to know your audience." I reply before hitting play on the screen. It's a video of Katrina's performance today in sparring class. Someone had zoomed in and taken clips of every time Hilda got her ass handed to her, making sure to zoom in our her facial expressions after each hit.

This all happened when I was like five years old, so he never loved Elise deep enough to change. “Do you know the curse on Ophelia?” I asked. “Yes, her mother cursed her to be on a globe forever, but I heard rumors you can summon her from a mirror. How to bring her out of it is what I don’t know, but I hope she remains there because if she is out, she will cause so many destructions,” she said. “How about her daughter?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “She is alive. She is that prawny little bitch that always follows you around,” she said. My mouth hung open as I dropped the drink. Please don’t tell me it is what I am thinking.

And the Hollow God will rise. I returned to our rooms that night to find Ophelia sitting on the floor, the crown beside her, untouched. She looked up at me with hollow eyes. "They’re changing, Rafael. Some of them are following a voice I didn’t call." I knelt beside her. "Then name it. Stop it. Before it grows." She shook her head. "It was never about naming it. It was about finishing what the Moon started." I gripped her hands. "Then don't let it take you with it."

Sophie walked through the white corridors of Langham Medical Centre. A man in white lab coat walked ahead of her, leading her to a room. The door ajar, the nameplate on it read “Prof. Mary Dunham”. “Professor Dunham,” he said, knocking on the door. The lady inside was unresponsive. “Professor Dunham, Mrs. Beckett is here.” “Who?” the petite lady finally said, looking towards the door. When she spotted Sophie, her eyes widened in excitement, and she immediately put aside her stack of papers and walked over.

Ophelia’s voice dripped with venom. I didn’t know whether to laugh or scoff. “I remember. And I will never forget that I came from an orphanage, Ophelia.” Her eyes widened. “You! How dare you?!” she snapped. Adrian shook his head. “Tsk! Looks like you’ve got quite the ego now, Eloise.” “How can you call her by her name, Eloise?! She’s our mother!” Celeste added sharply. They looked at me as if I’d committed some grave sin just for calling Ophelia by her name.

Trevor looked down at the creatures swarming onto the deck. “The third is to get your arse up these steps!” “I think you made that last one up,” said Thomas firmly. *** “Beatrice?” Elmo whispered as he watched his friend in the flickering orange glow of the barrier. He inspected the image by moving closer, the shimmering light responding to his gentle breath against its surface with a series of tiny ripples. Many things went through his mind, all of them distilled into three simple words: what, how, and why?

Ophelia lifted her head to see what was the matter and her eyes widened in fear and shock. In place of his beautiful brown eyes, there was the rich shade of golden she had seen that day. The beast’s canines were borne at her and she winched when his claws dug into her flesh. Ophelia tried to move but the beast had her immobile. Her breathing quickened and a gasp came out of her. A wave of low growls ripped his chest and his lips pulled back when his eyes fell on the mark on her neck. He neared his face towards her neck and a mewl left her mouth.

Thin sunlight seeped through high clerestory windows and pooled across the keep’s audience hall, where rumors already scuttled like mice. Ophelia stood near the servant’s entrance, tugging at the frayed sleeve of her old linen gown—borrowed from Maeve at dawn. Ash dozed at her feet, tail twitching.

And as she passed Ophelia she smiled and crossed her arms over her chest before saying in a soft, harsh tone of voice, “You’re living a delusion Ophelia. That human is not your daughter. She’s just some pet you’re using to make yourself feel better for killing all of those humans in the war. Nothing more.” I could see Ophelia’s hands clench into a fist, and I could hear a dark, deep growl rumble within her chest. For a moment, I thought she’d tear Aura limb from limb. Or at least die trying. But instead, she pointed her finger out the door and hissed a low, “Out!” Nikita and Aura left, with a satisfied look on Aura’s face. As soon as they did, Ophelia shut the door and let out a long, low si

Tobias folded space, collapsing part of the ceiling between enemy lines. But it was Ophelia — focused, burning — who tore into the Chairwoman’s psychic defense. Selene screamed as Ophelia entered her mind, dragging up every suppressed moment. Every hidden horror. The woman crumpled, twitching. The artificial soldiers — without commands — froze. Ezra sealed the vault behind them, Carl carrying the case with Halo Prime. Ophelia knelt over Selene’s twitching form. “You stole everything from us.” Selene spat blood. “And yet… you still became what I made you.”