The 31st Consort Novels & Stories

Sumeplah is a love story of Sunyi and Hujan. Hujan is a married man with two children, while Sunyi is a single mother. Sunyi's wife-Miftaha- in every way tried to get rid of Sunyi. Including using black magic. Hujan used all his strength to protect Sunyi from Miftaha. Their love caused jealousy, especially for Miftaha. With the power she has as the consort of the Dark Lord she tries kill Sunyi. This story begins by describing the closeness of Sunyi and Sunyi. Then after that every captain continued to be colored with terrible things. From the start of kidnapping Sunyi's soul and being imprisoned in the black forest. Usually, who has been locked up in the black forest, the soul will never return. But Hujan managed to save Sunyi. Sunyi who was still in the process of healing was forced to be rushed to the exile house by Rain and Bima, because Miftaha continued to chase her. Sunyi arrived at the exile house, she received news that Miftaha had flattened his residence. Silence try calms down by sitting on the edge of a cliff all day. When the sun was about to set, he got up and wanted to take revenge.

After the company's entire plane crashed and everyone on board died, we all found ourselves transported into a novel, tasked with winning the favor of a queen. The system's icy voice issued its prompt: [The queen's male consort possesses a voice as melodious as a lark's.] Our handsome secretary smiled with quiet confidence. That very day, he stationed himself along the queen's usual route and began to sing a modern pop song. The queen was thoroughly pleased. She summoned him onto her carriage. Our colleagues looked on with unconcealed envy. "Looks like the bonus is his." "How lucky. The queen is wealthy and beautiful. Not only does he get to spend the night with her, he'll make a fortune too." But the next day, we saw the secretary hanging from a tree in the royal garden. His body was completely naked, riddled with arrows, his eyes still wide open in death. The voice he had once cherished was now a vessel crammed with thick, crude bamboo spikes. At the same time, the system's cold notification sounded once more. [All challengers' lives have entered the countdown. Please complete your conquest as soon as possible.]

Athena is the eldest daughter of Allie and Blake of Gold Moon, and she is taking over as Alpha of their pack and Queen of the dark faes. She is mated to the Beta's adopted son Caspian, who is the heir to the vampire throne, and they have known all their lives they are mates. Caspian always knew he and Athena were mates, and he always knew he was going to be her consort as she was taking over her Queendom and giving the pack to her brother. Their lives were laid out, and he was satisfied. Until the vampires came when he was 15 and wanted him as their King. He went with them, and everything changed. What happens when the High Council does not want them to be mates, and outlaw between species mate pairs, forcing them to reject each other? Can they fight the High Council? Or will they become too different when they are adults, although they were always close as children? Is between species matepairs just a generally bad idea, or do they have a place in the world - rightful one? Will Athena and Caspian's love survive outside influences, or will they break under convention and exception? Follow along on this journey, and if you'd like please read Alpha Blake's Broken Luna and Alpha Blake's Hunted Mate (under one book) first, as this is the third installation in this series.

"Suck me then" "Suck me to dryness Lucien. Isn't that the only thing your clan is known for? Go on and consume me!!! " He pulled her closer to where he sat. Her breathings intensified and words could not escape her mouth. The hot air was visible between them in the darkened room. The door went open. A Sentinel rushed in to inform him that the Alpha Heir of the Werewolves was in their territory. They stepped out. "I have come to take my mate!" The Alpha Heir went. Lucien looked at him and his gaze switched to Nova who stood in front of him. He pulled her by her waist to his body. "She belongs to me now, she is my vampire consort" he retorted to anger him. Their eyes locked in a venomous gaze, amidst the loathing eyes of Nova's sister, Freya who watched them fight for her sister. In a world where werewolves and vampires are locked in an age-long war, Nova and Freya find themselves on opposite sides of a brewing conflict. A werewolf's love story, a lost bloodline unaware of her supernatural heritage, a rejected mate, a love that turns into an obsession, a vampire prince seeking retribution, sisters turned rivals. "A FORBIDDEN TALE OF PASSION"

Julian Silas is a man living as a shadow. After the suspicious death of his father, a legendary royal jeweler, Julian’s treacherous stepfather seized the family’s prestigious workshop, forcing Julian into a life of clandestine labor. While his stepbrothers parade around high society in Julian’s designs, Julian remains locked in the cellar forge, known to the world only as a common servant. His only connection to his true identity is a pair of heirloom cufflinks—exquisite silver swans bearing the "Cigna," a secret mark used by his ancestors to authenticate their greatest works. Across the capital, Queen Althea is fighting a war of her own. Her advisors are pressuring her to enter a loveless political alliance to stabilize the crown. Defiant, she hosts a grand masquerade, declaring that she will choose a consort based on character, not a pedigree curated by the council. When Julian arrives at the ball in a suit of his own tailoring, he and Althea share a night of genuine connection, discussing the beauty of creation and the weight of duty. But as the clock strikes midnight, a palace security breach forces Julian to flee. In his haste to scale the garden wall, one of his Cigna cufflinks is torn from his sleeve and falls into the dewy grass. The Queen finds the token, but rather than sending her guards to find a man who "fits the suit," she turns to her greatest strength: her intellect. She recognizes that the "Cigna" isn't just an ornament—it’s a Coded Sign.

After Princess Winona Green abandons me at the border's military camp for five years, she finally remembers my existence and decides to bring me home. When a dozen or so carriages that are laden with wedding gifts arrive at the military camp, Winona's expression is filled with unbridled smugness. "I did tell you that once I gave birth to Shane's child, I'd marry you, Gideon. See? I didn't lie to you at all. Today, I've personally come to the border just to pick you up." Then, Winona approaches me haughtily. "Shane might be a musician, but I've already sired the oldest child with him. It's only reasonable for him to be made an equal consort, just like you, the son of an official." I merely frown without saying anything. All I do is look at Winona. She lets out a sigh before walking toward me again. "I know that you've been hopelessly waiting for me for the past five years, Gideon. That's why I traveled all the way to this barren wasteland just to prove my sincerity to you. In half a month, we shall get married." The sight of Winona immersed in her own fantasy of fake devotion makes me chuckle coldly. "Seize them!" How dare Winona make me, the general of the border, fight with a mere musician over her affections! Does she really think that my blade is just a decoration?

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

Princess Camellia Arventia was rejected and mistreated by Emperor Donovan Arventia and Crown Prince Theodore Arventia throughout her life. Born to a consort, she lost her mother shortly after birth and grew up isolated in her palace. Forgotten by everyone, Camellia was used as a fax machine, doing charity work just to improve the image of the imperial family, believing that if she fulfilled her role well, she would be accepted by her family. Camellia ends up getting involved with the Grand Duke of the Empire, the Emperor's cousin, William Valois, who is constantly being sent to war by the Imperial family. On discovering the Emperor's plans to assassinate the Grand Duke, Camellia tries to warn him, but her efforts are in vain and she ends up being accused of treason, tortured, and executed. "Benevolent, you say, glorious empire, you say." I opened my eyes, anger completely overwhelming me at that moment. "My only sin was believing that one day I would be recognized by a family that had always planned my destruction." I freed myself from the executioner's grip, standing up and turning towards the box, where the imperial family watched in shock. "I curse the imperial family and if there is a goddess in this pig-infested world, may she grant me the gift of coming back from the dead and destroying each one of you!" His last request was to take revenge. Will Enora, the goddess of the Arventia empire, grant him this wish?

“I, Chika Whitmore, take this Alpha to be my strength and my vengeance.” The words were a death warrant, not a vow. In the high-stakes world of the werewolf syndicates, loyalty is a myth and blood is the only currency. When Chika Whitmore is brutally abandoned at the altar by the Blackwell heir, he doesn’t just lose a husband—he loses his standing in the underworld. Cast out by his own bloodline and left to the mercy of the city’s predators, Chika does the unthinkable. He walks into the territory of the most feared man in the modern mafia: Lucien Afolayan. Lucien is a King in exile, a dominant Alpha whose legs were shattered by a rival’s silver-trap. The world thinks he’s a broken dog, but behind the reinforced steel of his throne, the beast is hungry. He needs a consort to secure his claim to the Obsidian Crown Plaza; Chika needs a monster to burn down the people who broke him. It was supposed to be a cold-blooded merger. No feelings, no touch, just a tactical alliance to survive the Blackwell Pack’s impending war. But in the dark corners of the Afolayan estate, the scent of the moon doesn’t lie. Between the click of loaded pistols and the roar of shifting wolves, a lethal attraction begins to take root. Chika came for protection, but he might have just tied his soul to a man who won’t stop until the entire city bows—or burns. In this game of power, the only thing more dangerous than an enemy’s silver is a mate’s betrayal.

The Beast King, Tharion Kael, has spent half his life on the battlefield, yet he has no heir. So, he summons every woman rumored to be blessed with fertility into the palace. Favored by fortune and against all odds, I, as a descendant of the Carp Clan, conceive. To keep me safe during my pregnancy, Tharion hides me away in a remote, deserted palace, guarded in secret by his Nightguards. But just as I am about to give birth, I unexpectedly crossed paths with the Vixen Consort, Lyra Swifttail, who wanders into the Forsaken Wing by mistake. She swishes her tail playfully, eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at my round belly. Her smile is utterly captivating. "I didn't expect to find a little carp having an affair here…" With a spell, she drags me away, forcing me into my true form. Then, one by one, she scrapes the scales from my body until I am raw and bleeding. She has her catfolk attendant pour scalding oil over my wounds and orders guards to violate me until I am left broken like a rag. When I finally lose consciousness, she slashes me open with a claw and rips the stillborn child from my womb. She presents it with both hands to Tharion, who has just come to visit. She says, "Your Majesty, what perfect timing. I caught a carp sneaking around the Forsaken Wing. This is her illegitimate child!"