The Consort Novels & Stories

“The circle closed. The three bloodlines, wolf, vampire, and the old gods, finally braided into one perfect noose.” His hand slid to my stomach. The child inside me went still, listening. “It’s almost time,” he said. “The coronation moon is full tonight. You will birth the new world at its zenith. And I will stand at your side as the first of your consorts.” I stepped back. The shadow blade uncoiled, ready. “Consort?” I repeated. “I already killed one husband tonight. I’m not in the market for another.” His smile widened, showing fangs longer than any I’d ever seen.

Probably there was something in the tea? “Although that was not part of my job description. Consorts were originally known as official and legalized mistresses. Even my father was against my acceptance to the role because he stuck to the original meaning. In all honesty, the late king and I did have some escapades which I did not find worth telling because it seemed inappropriate divulging such information. I might be a retired consort but I am still sworn to some oaths of non-disclosure. Our escapades, I might have attributed it to a special liking he had for me but unfortunately I do not have an inkling of how his relationship with the other women were. So I took any informal act between u

So, can you tell me more about them? "Before you meet the prince you'll have to perform a ritual bath, the herbs and potion are being prepared by the consort's physician. It says some of the herbs when bathed properly would assist in curing the prince when he mounts you." "Hmm," I mumbled. "Sounds great." Though at the mention of the consort, my instincts caught a whiff of something foul and malicious, I hadn't even met her in person, so I shouldn't assume anything. Besides, I couldn't ask Lefika about the consort anymore because I'd exceeded my question limit.

I looked at Gilbert, dumbfounded and he just dismissed me like all of this was no big deal. "Lord Gilbert, this....." but he didn't let me finish, "Lady Elizabeth, fake or not, you are the first Consort of Reveldron. So you should expect nothing less than this. Please rest while you are able. Things are going to get hectic soon." And he quickly retired for the night. Why did I sense some f*ckery was about to transpire? LOL, let's just sleep. ~•••••••••••~

He graciously asked everyone to take a seat before saying cheerfully, "Nathan, Zachary, and Liam, from now on, the three of you will be secondary prince consorts. Please take good care of Queenie." "I object." Julius stood up. His face was ashen. He clenched his fists so tightly that I could hear his knuckles crack. "Your Majesty, as the prince consort, I do not accept them as secondary prince consorts. We cervitaurs are monogamous. Since Her Highness loves me, she should follow the customs of cervitaurs and marry only one person." Father frowned at him, clearly upset. "You insolent fool! The three of them have already agreed to it, so it's none of your business. Besides, Queenie didn't choo

I opened it. An invitation. Formal, embossed, terrifying. "You are invited to attend the Family Council. A conclave of five founding houses to deal with matters of inheritance and territory. Your presence is required." Underneath that, two names added as attendees. Caelum Morano. And next to it: Celine Moretti, Consort. Consort. "What does that mean?" Maddie said, leaning over my shoulder to read. “It means his mother just told the entire mob family of Europe I’m his fucking boyfriend. His equal. His weakness." My voice was shaking. “It means I’m literally a target now.”

My feelings definitely doesn't matter to her. "You're wondering if I will have another King or Alpha take your place once I acquire the crown. I am not looking for someone to rule by my side, but you're exactly what I need. A beautiful human to adorn my bed. Do you mind being my prestigious consort, Abel?" Her words stir the wildest sensations in my body's most sensitive areas. If she doesn't want a man to rule with her, then being her consort is the only viable position left. But I have seen consorts get executed for the tinniest reasons. I need to get more. She will after all need hundreds if not thousands of loyal officials and servants to reign over all the Kingdoms.

I waited for him to go on. “The consort eventually disappeared, driven out of the palace by the Queen. It wasn’t discovered by the King that the consort was actually pregnant at the time until years later.” “How did he find out?” I asked. “The Prophet,” Damian said. “She claimed that the King had a daughter out there somewhere, the only biological heir to the kingdom. The King had had several consorts over the years, but the timeline from the Prophet’s story matched up with the consort who left.” Damian’s eyes then drifted up to my hair, and one corner of his mouth tugged upward. “It’s said that <

The only way for anyone to know the stunt they pulled six years ago was for her to know deeply the history of Moonglade, and Priscilla proved that she was well versed in the topic. “However,” she continued. “It never occurred to me that she is one of the Crescent, the heir at that. I’m hardly disappointed.” “I agree with Priscilla,” Laura of Litenna said. “I’m glad that the line of the Crescent is not extinct. Glaham still got a member–no, two members of the royal bloodline.” “Oh you mean that traitor we captured the other night?” Silas mocked. “He could hardly be called royalty.”

“Zenia, did you not inform these young nobles of your marriage arrangements?” I nodded in acknowledgment of my fault. Then, I turned and gave Henry, who was still bowing, a faint smile. Henry froze. His expression was tense. That look of his was quite to my liking. Smiling politely, I accepted the royal decree from the court lady and announced it loudly. “My Prince Consort is Justin Yale, the prince of the Western Regions.” The hall erupted in an uproar. Zachariah jumped to his feet in shock. “Your Highness, did you make a mistake? Haven’t you always—”