Ottava Verse Novels & Stories

~AUDREY~ "Clamo a todos los dioses y diosas. Mi amor está perdiendo la chispa. Ahora rezo y espero que esto tres veces. Por favor, haz," I listened quietly as Veronica chanted in Latin. She was in a circle of white salt, wearing a white robe and also holding a candle in between her fingers as she continued to chant the soulmate spell. "Clamo a todos los dioses y diosas. Mi amor está perdiendo la chispa," Veronica continued to chant while I had to keep quiet to watch her so as not to interrupt whatever she was evoking.

Things she couldn’t stop herself from feeling. “Get away from me Ottavia…I own you now and I won’t let any bitch mess around you…” “You own me now?” he scoffed. “Or you want me deep inside you this minute more than ever before…say it…tell me you want me…say it bitch…” he breathed on her face hoarsely. “Fuvk…Ottavia…” she gulped thickly. She was beginning to lose control of her own legs. Ottavia’s words weren’t helping matters either.

I don’t know what I am so nervous about, but the thought of seeing Giovanni again is totally not expected. "Gaudeo valde te huc salvom venire, filii mei." [I am very glad you arrive here safely, my children.] Their voices are getting clearer as I get nearer to them. There’s no way I can hide my presence from these vampires, but still, maybe they can’t notice when I tiptoe my way through. “Gratias offerimus ob nos, Domine Prometheus.” [We offer our gratitude for inviting us, Lord Prometheus.] I finally got a clearer view of them. Giovanni and Everleigh, together with the guards, all bow their heads and hands on their stomachs. But still, the authority and elegance these Octavians hold are jus

Dorcas felt a surge of unease and watched Margaret intently, her eyes widening with growing terror. As Margaret's voice gained momentum, the chant expanded, growing in complexity and depth. The words now carried a blend of ancient languages, weaving a tapestry of mysticism and power: "Da meam veritatem, divinum lumen, Aeternum claritatis, tenebris frumentum. Exaudi vocem meam, exaudi preces, Revela nobis lucem, per iubilares res. From realms beyond, obscurity's veil,

I ask Levi, looking up at him in question. Instead of answering my question, Levi begins to chant words I recognize from back at our pantry. “Revelata quae abscondita sunt.” The altar begins to shake at his words. “Revelata quae abscondita sunt.”, he repeats his chant, sending the altar backwards as stairs magically appear beneath them, spiraling down into darkness.

She expected the newcomer to falter, to trip over her words. But Vespera stood her ground. She didn’t try to shout back at Katy. Instead, she waited for the noise to die down, and when she finally spoke, her voice hit with a cold precision. "You’re making quite a bit of noise, sister," Vespera said, her tone devoid of any unnecessary emotion. "But yelling won’t change the fact that the numbers are clear. I’ve already moved the pieces. You’re just waiting for the checkmate." The room fell silent. This wasn’t the dramatic acting Katy was used to; it was more of a display of pure power.

Peggy nodded. Katherine began to chant words low: "Ahnika, mater flammarum, mater mortis, te invoco ex regno umbrarum. Per sanguinem antiquum, per ignem qui non moritur, per pactum quod numquam frangitur—ascende. Ascende ad limen inter vitam et mortem. Ostende te filiae tuae. Ostende te Annitore.*" Peggy picked up the chant, stumbling at first, then finding the rhythm.

It was now or never… *** OCTAVIA was on the bumpiest carriage ride of her life. There were large potholes here and there. The wheels kept entering them and when they did, it will cause great discomfort to everyone in the carriage, most especially her. She did not want to be on the ride in the very beginning but she would do anything to destroy the land that once flowed with milk and honey.

His words cut through the tension like a knife. "She loved me. She didn't plunge the dagger too deep," Otto boldly proclaimed to the ghostly figure. His voice carried a mix of pain and determination. His actions had spared him from the fate that Drake had suffered. The ghostly figure seemed taken aback by Otto's defiance. Its ethereal form shimmered brightly, as if contemplating its next move. But before it could respond, Otto commanded it to return to its realm. His words held a sense of authority and conviction.

King Otis said and there was a audible gasped in crowd, all other server including Aurelia and Eva got rooted to their place seeing Jasmine in such a situation. Eva want to run towards her however even they were scared for wrath of King Otis, his dark eyes which were now replica of raging bull, his perfectly wrinkled face, his wide and oversized body and thick long braided black and white colored beard, his crown with white pearl, his wine stained gown, his designed robe and shoes all were screaming power and danger. “This low class whore, how can a slut like her debase me ….. Kill this Women rit….” King Otis was saying something again when