The Anarchic Consort Novels & Stories

"The North is a State of Being. We are no longer the 'Assets' of the West. We are the Dream the West is Afraid to Dream." Eryx stepped beside me, his Lament-Steel fur now reflecting the violet-silver light of my own. He wasn't a Blood-Alpha anymore. He was the First Consort of the New Cycle. The Warden bowed, its wooden body creaking. "The Marrow has woken. But be warned, Moon-Apex. Valerius has seen the light from his towers. He knows he can no longer audit you. He knows he can no longer control you."

I smiled. She had slim, glossy, small lips that were radiant in the dim lights of the club. Asides Shola and Mule, there were several other people at the table: a man and four other girls dressed in similar attires as Shola. Their skins were glossy and almost pale. “Lest I forget, Kelvin,” Mule said, “Over there is...” He pointed at a hard faced, dark skinned, handsome man sporting the darkest pair of shades I'd ever seen. Who wears shades in a dark place? “…Tesoju.”

My faithful, heavier Wrench was stuck in my hand, but against what was in there dying sunlight lurked, he seemed like a toothpick. A wet, slipping noise echoed through the hall, followed by a hollow, gurgling breaths. I risked a look over the edge of the steel bench. The stomach turned around me. It was not an animal. And it wasn't a controlled Apex like Kael. It was what the Consortium with failed experiments. A fleshy, deformed Coloss, almost as wide as a van. His skin was ashamed, in places through

We were simply taught not to show it or let it loose. But when a man pressed forward with enough force, a woman could find herself yielding despite everything. The man behind me kept going for close to an hour, right up until the concert was nearly finished. It was the first time I'd ever felt anything like this, and I surrendered to it completely. When I noticed the milky fluid on the floor, a sudden, involuntary surge tightened my chest. The man pulled his pants back up, his expression settling into something serious. I felt anything but calm, like something inside me had been unlocked and wouldn't close again. My body had been satisfied, yet my thoughts lingered, wanting more.

He wasn’t in the formal king mode today, just loose clothes that made him look less like royalty and more like a predator relaxing between hunts. “I’m not your damn pet to check up on,” I snapped, standing my ground even though my legs felt shaky. He didn’t argue, he just walked toward me slow and deliberate, stopping close enough that the chill coming off him raised goosebumps on my arms. “You’re not a pet, Andrea,” he said, his voice low and vibrating with something heavy. “You’re my consort and it’s time you learned exactly what that means.” His hand slid behind my neck, his thumb brushing the sensitive spot under my ear. The touch was possessive as hell, sending sparks through the fresh

“Oh god... Mistress... it feels so good—” Izzy pulled back just as Adanna neared the edge, leaving her whimpering and desperate. She stood, wiping her glistening lips with the back of her glove. From the side table she selected a thick black strap-on, securing it around her hips with deliberate movements. The realistic silicone cock bobbed heavily between her thighs. She pressed the tip against Adanna’s entrance, rubbing it up and down her slick folds. “Beg for it.” “Please, Mistress Izzy,” Adanna moaned, voice breaking with need. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”

He was still alive. Still watching. Still listening. Marcus laughed softly. “The Archive contains a master ledger.” Aurora frowned. “A ledger?” “The original.” His tone carried unmistakable excitement. “The document every member of the Consortium fears.” Lucien’s expression hardened. “The Founder’s Ledger.” Marcus chuckled. “So you finally said its name.” Aurora looked between them. “What is it?” Victor answered quietly. “It records every illegal fortune ever hidden by the Consortium.” She blinked. “And?” Victor looked directly into her eyes.

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“You remind me of a tiger I once saw in Assam. Caged. Quiet. Until the night the zoo burned down.” Later that evening, Camilla sat alone on the balcony, Istanbul glittering below. The air was warmer here, but it couldn’t thaw the chill of what she’d learned. The Consortium wasn’t a single enemy. It was a hydra—heads in every nation, hands in every system. Where the Council operated through fear, the Consortium manipulated through convenience. They didn’t rule. They enabled others to believe they were ruling—until it was too late. Riccardo joined her, sliding a folder onto the table.

"Tomorrow, we rebuild. And in three days, under the full moon, there will be a ceremony. Not for the Union... but for the crowning of the Consort." The hall went silent again. The word Consort carried a specific weight in Northern law. It meant the one who would stand as the Queen's primary partner, the one who would share her bed and her life above all others. I looked at Félix. He looked stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly as the realization hit him. "Lixie," I said, stepping toward him and taking both of his hands in mine. "You found me when I was nothing. You loved me when I was a 'defect.' And today, you almost died protecting me. I won't have you standing in the shadows anymore."