The 31st Consort Novels & Stories

He was hesitant to come near the large timber wolf, but Convil sat on his haunches and was docile, allowing Makya to approach. “This is Convil. It’s complicated to explain what all happened while we were here but the short version is, I was joined with a wolf pack by Brigit, one of our goddesses. Well, queen of the fae basicly. Anyway, Convil here is Alpha consort of that pack.” “Consort?” “The pack is Luna lead, so while he is the dominate male, he will bow to StellaLuna.” “I think I understand that, but I am not sure what that has to do with you and why he was growling at me. and consort? doesn't that imply other things?”

"Princess, you're overthinking. I just didn't want to get blood on your dress," I said. The three gentlemen, sensing the tension, didn't dare speak. Only the one with eyes similar to Gregory stepped forward. "Princess, I know medicine. Perhaps I could bandage the Consort's wound." "It's just a small injury. Your only job is to attend to the Princess," I immediately said. Before the man could even respond, Keisha grabbed another vase and smashed it.

Third POV The news spread faster than fire. By the time it reached Calder’s ears, he was sitting in the dark corner of his study, drinking from a silver cup, his eyes heavy with anger. He had heard it from one of his spies—plans were moving forward to make Julian Prince Consort of Lucien Green. The words echoed in his head again and again until his hand shook so much that the drink spilled on the floor. His jaw clenched as he slammed the cup against the table, the sound ringing through the room.

“As a protected consort under my authority.” The word hit the air like a thunderclap. Rylan’s eyes flew open. “You can’t—” “I can,” Isolde said sharply. “And I will. It places her beyond the council’s reach without declaring war.” Lyra’s pulse thundered. “Consort?” “A political shield,” Isolde clarified. “Not a crown. Not a chain.” Kade’s smile returned—slow, dangerous. “You’re giving her exactly what she wants.” Isolde turned on him. “No. I’m giving her exactly what they fear.”

“Are you mocking the first consort by refusing her gift?” Roxy steps in before the situation gets worse. “My lady would never do such a thing.” Calm and controlled as always. “The truth is, just two days ago, the king and Consort Zephyra mated at his private hot spring. Given how invested he is in getting to know her, It’s likely he’ll be calling for her again soon.” The consorts go silent and I inwardly pray for the moon goddess to arrive now and take me with her, just so I can escape the stares that press into me. That much information wasn’t necessary but thanks for the news Roxy.

Delilah said. " Does it mean she killed the consort ? She and the Consort was pregnant at same period, She conceived like two months after the Consort if I'm being precise, And she would gain a lot if the Consort died with the crown prince" Delilah's servant said. "That is obvious, i Know she killed the Consort, But she still doesn't seem like she has achieved anything, She doesn't look too sad, or happy, She looked neutral when the prince came back, She should be sad that her plans fell through !" Delilah said,

"I am Gary, the guards' team leader appointed by the Empress. Her Majesty found out that you had exited the ancient tomb and were attacked by various sects. So, she specifically sent me to rescue you!" The men behind Gary nodded in agreement. 'Prince Consort?' Darryl was baffled when he heard that, but he managed to snap back to his senses quickly. When he was in Lu Bu's ancient tomb, the South Cloud Empress had appointed him as the Prince Consort; he was to be married to Quincy Long. That was right! Gary was the team leader for the royal guards. The South Cloud Empress had left the ancient tomb first with her army. When they returned to the South Cloud World, she heard that Darryl had been

And not a beautiful part of her, like he saw it from the first time they met? “No, that is going too far.” And he wouldn’t stand for it and he clenched his fists, ready to fight. “Sir, she’s not some thing!” “No, she’s the most powerful woman in all Nocthen. Our Empress.” Sir Celbest interjected, turning back to him. “And you are to be her consort.” He went and crossed his legs. “So… what is keeping you?” “That, I…” Pendwick had to deflate a little. “It’s not as easy as you would think…”

“One that cannot be broken.” Releasing her hold, Bella signaled the youngest servant to hold the other end of the measuring fabric as they huddled around me. “Remember this, my lady, as long as you are married to the Valerius line, then the wife and princess consort of the grand heir could only be you and no one else.” Standing frozen in the middle of the bustling servants, my mind once again plunged deeper into the abyss. What have I really gotten myself into? A cold shiver run up my spine thinking of the hundreds of noble ladies competing for the place of that devil’s wife.

Aside from that, they also decided to become at peace with everyone and the werewolves. Everyone lived peacefully in their own dimensions two thousand years ago until today. And I'm happy that two vampires actually made it to my coronation, even if I don't think I invited them. "Thank you very much for your appreciation. What's the token?" I asked and glanced at their bodies. I don't think they're holding the token. "Well, the token is no other than my son, Prince Hendrix." Huh? "Please make him your consort, queen Alora." A consort? Out of the blue?