Ophelia Novels & Stories

I asked, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. "Your mother, Bo, did not simply die from birth complications after having you," Ophelia said, voice lowering conspiratorially. "Throughout your pregnancy, she was systematically dosed with an undetectable poison." The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath away. "What?" Ophelia swallowed hard before continuing. "Do you know what relics are?" "Numinous individuals as old as time itself," I recited numbly. "Orisha, kitsunes, stag shifters, demons..."

Their faces, visible in the soft glow of the interior lights, registered a mixture of horror and morbid fascination. Elara let out a slow, low whistle, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Damn, Hannah,” she whispered, nudging her trembling friend. “Never thought our noble Ophelia could be this savage. Who knew she had it in her?” Hannah, her face pale and trembling, finally broke from her paralyzed state. Taking a hesitant step forward, her voice was choked with distress. “Ophelia, stop! You’re hurting her—you’re really hurting her badly!”

Ophelia’s POV: “Rhea Whitmore.” The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.

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.

I turned Ophelia. She stood at the altar’s edge, arms raised. The Spiral glowed across her body, runes ignited in flame and light. She whispered something I couldn’t hear. And the enemy faltered. They shrieked, recoiled. Some clutched their heads. Others simply dropped, as if struck by unseen force. Ophelia’s voice rose, steady, powerful an incantation older than the hills. A wave of light erupted from the shrine, tearing through the Hollow Howl like a cleansing flame.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

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.

"Lupus, take over.." He says and in seconds the clothes on his body get torn to pieces as huge beast appears in front of us. I stare at it in terror. I can't move. It's aura is so intimidating, something inside me is urging me to bow and I fall to my knees as I continue to stare at it in terror, not being able to move or speak. "Aaron, what the actual hell?!?" Reece screams and in a few seconds Aaron switches back to his human form, except he's naked now.

There wasn’t much money in it either, just a few loonies and toonies. Sara left me and headed into the woods, hot in pursuit of my mate’s scent. She returned over a week later, empty-handed. “This rogue bitch loves to swim,” she whined. I returned to the cells to visit Hugo. “Well, we weren’t able to track your rogue friend,” I said. “Any ideas on how to find her?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?