Ophelia Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

The plastic bag slowly slipped out of her grip, her toenails fearfully digging into the soil. Refusing to breathe, Ophelia slowly turned around, her eyes still shut. There was no need to run; she understood that it would not do her any good. Her eyes slowly opened; from the ground, her eyes timidly went up to the huge figure of an unknown male who had stopped a few steps away from her.

said somebody else on the same app. I heard a shuffle, felt a cool gust brush past me and saw Mr. Edward step back, hitting the couch behind him with his calves. “Edward, my child!” “I feel cold,” Mr. Edward muttered, frozen where he stood, shooting a terrified glance at me. “Somebody may be hugging you,” I said, still trying to understand what was going on. “She’s grown!” said Lizzie through her tablet. “She saw Edward and transformed before our eyes!” “And what about Charles?”

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.

Kaelen roared. ​His voice cut through the fog, snapping the Southern warriors out of their stupor. They reached for their weapons, their eyes scanning the dark water. Below the surface, a massive, glowing shape began to emerge. It wasn't a fish. It looked like a forest of moving coral, miles long, pulsing with the same sickly violet light that had consumed the woman at the Citadel. ​"The Coral-Spine is moving," Elara gasped.

I wonder where it’s all gone wrong, she’d always been an angel, she’d always been so loving… As I cross the threshold, turning to give her my last words, the silence is replaced by a sound that reverberates off the walls of the hallways, causing both Cheryl and I to flinch simultaneously: A banshee-like screech. “Luna, help!” I cringe inwardly at being called Luna after being denounced, but my instincts—old, stupid instincts—kick in as a figure scampers around the corner. It's an Omega maid, Ophelia, in her usual faded, powder blue dress with white polka dots. “Ma—Ma—” Ophelia tries to force the words out, collapsing a step from

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.”

Vivienne Fox has a buddy or friends with benefits but no strings attached, with Darius Kaelen Frost, the formidable Alpha of The Moonshadow Pack, known for his icy demeanor and his disinterest in romantic entanglements. He believed love to be superfluous, yet trusted Vivienne as his sole companion in matters of intimacy. Secretly, Vivienne harbored a hope that Darius might choose her as his mate, but she knew that was unlikely, given his singular focus on her physical presence—their clear agreement. However, everything changed when Darius's destined mate, Princess Celestria, emerged, and she’s meant to be the Moonshadow Pack’s Luna. It was a devastating blow when that day, Viviene

Her eyes turned completely white. From her woman like voice, it changed into voices of different ages and gender. An old man, a child, and a lady’s voice came out of her mouth when she spoke. “The time has come, that when the moon blankets the sun, the Herald of the embodiment of evil shall be crowned as Queen. A woman with bright purple eyes,” Cassiopeia said. Taylor turned her gaze to Felix, “amethyst eyes,” she said. “The crown will grant her powers beyond her forefathers and shall bring chaos and peril to us all. She shall come to destroy our land and the away the heart of Nuella Sangre.” Stefan and Taylor turned their gaze to Felix once more.

I can’t even describe the gown because that is just how ugly it is. “Mother,” Alma said, her voice sounding so happy. The woman turned around and I am looking into the older version of Alma. She has pale but white skin and dark lips with high cheekbones. Her eyes were dark and her smile was so evil. I gulped, realizing Alma has released the devil herself. “Finally, I am out of that mirror,” she said, her voice so raspy. “Yes, moth…” she cut Alma off, her eyes on me. “You,” she said, walking closer to me, like she knew me from somewhere, but I do not know who she is except she is Ophelia, the evil queen.