The Anarchic Consort Novels & Stories

her "Ancestry." "Dominic, the 'Ghost' is 'Auditing' our 'Residue', Avery whispered, her "Frequency" a "High-Frequency-Clear" that "Vibrated" through the "Causal-Lattice." "The 'Consortium' didn't 'Die' in '2024.' They 'Encrypted' themselves into the 'Marrow' of the 'Contract.' They’re 'Shorting' the 'Infinite' to 'Create' a 'Market' for 'Suffering.' We aren't 'Observing' a 'Shadow.' We’re 'Fighting' the 'Original-Parasite'."

"It wasn't the Shattered Crown. It wasn't Xavier. It was something called The Consensus." The New Board Julian walked to the wall and pulled back a heavy canvas tarp, revealing a piece of tech he had promised Clara he would never use again: a long-range, encrypted comms-array. "The Consensus," Julian muttered, his fingers flying over the manual toggles. "The 'Deep-State' shareholders. The ones who didn't want the world to wake up because they were busy building a world of their own in the shadows of the moon." "Julian, look at the moon," Clara whispered, pointing out the workshop window.

she said, hoping it would spare her from being branded as one of the King’s whores. “Did he say that?” Naya asked pointedly. Serena faltered. “…No.” “Then you’re a consort,” Naya chirped. Serena scowled. “So what kind of food are we cooking?” “First, you will hunt for meat, a deer precisely.” Serena nearly choked. “Excuse me? I am no animal. How can I do that? And I’m still sore!” “We have weapons prepared for every consort, no one is going wolf form. And I’ve already made your medicine, the soreness will stop.”

The silver beneath his skin surged, not outward, but downward, as if rooting itself deeper into the palace foundations. The air around us shuddered, and somewhere far below, ancient stone answered. I drew him closer instinctively, my hand pressing flat between his shoulder blades. “Enough,” I whispered, not to him, but to whatever dared to look through him. “You do not get to touch him like that.” The hovering message flickered. I turned my attention back to it at last. The Concord requests your presence for clarification and alignment. Recent actions taken by the Crown’s Consort have destabilized several cooperative structures. Corrective dialogue is advised.

“Interesting. You’re in love.” Aria bristled. Damian didn’t deny it. “That makes her powerful,” Julian continued. “And dangerous.” Aria stepped forward. “Say what you came to say.” Julian studied her for a long moment. “Very well,” he said. “The Consortium is fractured. They want control. I want freedom.” “And?” Damian demanded. “And I want what was stolen from me,” Julian replied quietly. “My name. My inheritance. My place.” Silence fell. ---

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

The night had been a symphony of violence, now reaching its final, earth-shattering movement. The Consortium’s London nexus was not a sleek skyscraper or a hidden bunker, but a forgotten Edwardian bank in the financial district’s decaying heart—a fortress of granite and arrogance, its vaults repurposed to hold a different kind of currency: blackmail files, assassination dossiers, the physical ledgers of betrayal that even Thorne and Roland hadn’t trusted to the cloud. Anton and Sabatine hadn’t gone in to seize it. Seizure implied ownership, and this poison had to be eradicated, not adopted. Their objective was terminal sterilization.

And then there were the mavericks like Colton Lyon, in as much as they can be anyone else like Colt, who, are just natural born bad -asses. Mancini had alluded to something like this in that first meet back at Colt's place over the holidays, but we'd been so focused on The Fox that we'd let the rest of it slip by us. Maybe we should revisit that shit and get ahead of it before they get the drop on us.

Jameson was so attached to Azani and basically carried him all over as they played with his friends, whose names I had to really remember but I couldn’t for the life of me, it was probably this wine. “So how did you two meet?” I asked Cassandra and Marcus and she blushed pressing her head on his shoulder. “She cheated on me with him,” Theo said bluntly and took a sip of his brandy. “Not that I care, I couldn’t care less of what she did then.”

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE: - DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1 & 2 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME