The Anarchic Consort Novels & Stories

"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."

His eyes widened but Valerie could not utter any words. Carlos shook his head and began walking in the direction of the stairs. “I set all this up for our anniversary, you know? The least you could have done was show up on time and not like some lunatic who just bailed from the asylum.” she blurted out her frustration, her heart was heavy with pain.

That was petty, linear logic. "I am the destination," Anji reminded him, his voice echoing with an strange, artificial resonance. "And you? You're just an outdated server node." Behind them, the room came to life in a violent, synchronized shudder. The high had left them, but the imprint remained. Arga crawled across the rug, his movements fueled by the residue of the chemical bondage Anji had spent days tightening. He pushed himself upright, his shirt in tatters, revealing the welts and bruised geometry of his servitude. He moved toward Anji not as a collaborator, but as an extension—a loyal drone reorienting toward the frequency of its primary.

"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.

Ji Anling turned beet red. “How is all this connected to reproduction,” Ji Anling questioned. She felt like Rena was deliberately testing her patience. “Well, I must answer your questions,” Rena said and tapped her staff on the floor twice and a green screen appeared in the center of the room. On the screen, a video was being played. Ji Anling saw a couple naked, kissing fervently. Ji Anling looked at them with curiosity. However, by the end of the video Ji Anling had covered her eyes while she listened to Rena explain what was happening.

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“It’s not like I asked him to be with me.” Annie’s face contorts, obviously not liking my answer. She lifts her hand up and squeezes air. Probably imaging it was my face she was squeezing the life out off. “You’re so…look. Just in case you’ve forgotten, we may be wearing dirty clothes, we may be smeared with dirt and grime, and we may not look as refreshed for so long, but we are still consorts. We are attractive to almost everyone, that’s why we were chosen and made as consorts to begin with. Obviously, a man would be willing to help a beautiful woman.”

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Damian said, his hand finding mine. "Good." The Councilman looked exhausted. "Because what's on those drives—all three pieces combined—it's enough to start a war. Governments will fall. People will die. And The Consortium will do everything in their power to stop you from releasing it." "Let them try," I said, surprised by the steel in my own voice. Back at the safe house, Kai and Elena worked on combining the three encrypted pieces. The process took hours, the decryption keys interacting in complex ways that made Kai mutter excitedly about "brilliant fucking paranoia."

The document was titled: CONSENT & NEGOTIATION AGREEMENT. Between Julian Cross (Dominant) and Eden Vale (Submissive) She looked up at him. Julian’s expression remained calm, almost gentle. “I believe in being direct,” he said. “I’m not interested in wasting either of our time. I’m a Dominant. I own and operate Obsidian, a private BDSM club. I’m looking for a submissive partner — someone who is willing to explore power exchange with me under clear, negotiated terms.” Eden stared at him, momentarily speechless.