The Consort Novels & Stories

Even though he heard her greeting, he did not stop what he was doing neither did he respond to her. "Your majesty, the royal concubine is dead. She's still so young, how can death be so cruel" Emmelyn said, her voice a little choked because of her sobs. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was pink. She was dressed in a white cloth and she looked like a beauty in distress. It was such a pity that Maxwell didn't spare her a glance. Seeing that Maxwell was not moved by her words, Emmelyn moved closer to him and tried to grab his arm. Maxwell stopped what he was doing and said with an austere voice;

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.

As they ate and passively watched the movie, Zalindra looked around the house and asked “Where are your servants? A place this big, you must have a butler, a maid, a chef, a whole royal court even” Lucian swallowed his food and spoke “ You’re not entirely wrong, we don’t have a whole royal court, but we do have someone who comes in and cleans every now and then. We just don’t need or want the rest. We value our privacy.” Lorian chimed in with the next breath “Plus, we don’t ever have company over to worry about the state of the manor.” He gave Zalindra a wry smile. “What do you mean? Hello,” she waved her hand at Lorian, “I’m company…” “You are indeed” Lucian said as he gave Lorian a look sh

) 'I am not exactly sure, but from the sound of it, something tells me this is not going to be the end of this current conversation. As I continued to stand there, I waited patiently for His Highness to exit His suite. At that moment, it was when the door to the suite opened. As I turned around, I saw Lady Danielle exit the room first. She then stepped to the left outside the entrance of the open door, as I was currently standing just outside the door on the right side. That was when I saw His Highness come out into the corridor. He was holding the dainty young lady in His arms. She was looking a whole lot better than she did when we first arrived earlier this morning. I was pleased t

Connor stopped at the noise and crouched down to peer under the bed. “How did I get down here?” I asked him, and he gave me a sweet smile. “You don’t remember?” He inquired, and I shook my head. “You did it in your sleep. You were building a den. She-wolves do it when—” his voice trailed off as he looked like he was contemplating whether to continue. “I just came in here to tell you that the King has returned home.” I frantically crawled out from under the bed, racing for the bedroom door, something in my chest pulling me down the stairs like a rope. My heart sped and skipped as I neared the front doors. I threw them open and ran out of them. My bare feet scraped against the cobblestone, but

Everyone who heard the Consort called their soon to be Emperor in his first name had the same thought. 'Consort Han is soon to be our Empress.'

"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 st

"What exactly does a Consort do here besides satisfying the Lord's blood needs?" Axel shifted, adjusting the immaculate collar of his uniform. "The Lord Alistair Valerius requires stability. You will be trained to be his official human representative. You will receive petitions, attend minor diplomatic functions with him, and maintain the affairs of the Consort's Wing. Mostly, you are a political symbol. You represent his interest in the human territories. This is the vampires way of showing the cordial relationship between us and humans. That the humans aren't just food." Oh.

My heart sank slowly, each word pressing deeper than the last. “As the high consort,” he continued, “your position still holds honor. But your responsibilities, duties, and services must be documented.” Giselle nodded in agreement, turning her head slightly to Scarlett. “That’s why Scarlett and I were making a list of your services. But…” She paused, her expression turning thoughtful, “...we weren’t able to list a single service before. And that could give you the title of a lowly concubine.” High consort, harem, concubine. All these terms seemed foreign to my ears. I truly felt how thin the ground beneath my feet had become.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the