The Consort Novels & Stories

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."

"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.

“After Luna's passing, he had no choice than to have a consort, hoping to crown her son if he happens to not find you until it was time for him to abdicate the throne.” My eyes narrowed. A consort that never showed her face nor did her son. Aren't they aware that I am back? As families, they should be the first to see me and not the Clan members. I gasped and licked my lips. “It sounds great knowing that I have a family and even a brother. Isn't it?” She forced a smile on her face—I noticed that smile wasn't from the depth of her heart. Then what does it mean? Are they….. “It's time we enter the hall.” one of the maids standing at the doorpost announced and I stood. A glance at Evelyn, she c

“Sure, I can. You know I have a mate, right?“ I was getting pissed by the whole conversation. “It does not matter. It is her duty as Luna to accept anything that will benefit the pack.“ “And how is this befitting the pack?“ “It increases the chance of getting heirs for the pack.“ “It also increases the chance of more family members being Alpha.“ “You are all aware of Luna Audrey's state, right?“ “Yes, Alpha.“ “So, you know she's heavily pregnant.“ “We do, Alpha, but that is not the point.“ “I don't see how taking a consort would benefit me in any way because I have a mate who also happens to be heavily pregnant, so I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with a consort.“ “The first Alpha of thi

The guard bowed and hurried away. Alaric watched his mother, confusion warring with the primal urges coursing through his veins. Consorts. He hadn't needed one in years. It felt wrong, a betrayal of… of what? He didn't even know. Within moments, a young woman, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, was ushered into the room. She was an omega, chosen for her beauty and her… availability. Consorts. Royal escorts, designed to cater to the needs of unmated Alphas, to quell the storm of rut and maintain the delicate balance of the court. It was a tradition as old as the kingdom itself, a necessary evil in a society governed by primal instincts and rigid social structures.

Vampires, Witches, Fae, Hybrids, and of course, Werewolves, all have gathered inside the arena to see if they are the next consort. All the females are out tonight in their finest party outfits. There are even a few gay males out tonight hoping that they might be the next King Consort. A little ways off is a quiet girl who was raised by Conrad’s top warriors. She and Bär had a mild flirtation but tonight she sits away from the crowd with her own mate. There is buzz all around at the thought that any moment Bär Conrad will step out and claim his Consort. Inside Bär dreams of the mate in his heart who will rule beside him. Could she be just on the other side of the door?

Rafael put back a towel he just sniffed and muttered, “I’m immensely grateful Octavia is with us now. You two are brutal. Mostly you, Am.” As Amber chuckled, Christian asked, “The consort’s ability is invisibility, right?” Rafael nodded and uttered, “Yes. Anyone without a fortis’s ability for a consort was fine by me.” When they registered the four different scents from the wardrobes, they walked around the house, sniffing the kitchen, dining room, basement and attic and garage, and concluded that there were six foreign scents. Rafael noted the details of these scents on his phone, and they moved on to the next house, repeating the entire process.

This was the tricky part, but I saw in it an avenue to possibly getting what I desired. “I know no one by that name,” I replied truthfully. Hope bloomed on her face, but it didn’t last long as she considered what my ambiguous reply might mean. She edged forward on her chair. “Does Edwina have a partner?” she asked hesitantly. “What did you call it…a consort?” I shook my head. “No, she doesn’t. Taking a consort is a rare thing.” She must have heard something in my voice, because she surprised me by turning the conversation away from Edwina for a moment.

He was wearing a black tuxedo with his blond hair perfectly swiped on the side. My eyes followed the sight of another man on my right who was staring down at me indifferently with his pale green eyes and sharp and stiff face. He was also wearing the same colour tuxedo. They were utterly gorgeous and emitted rich vibes. I couldn't see the face of The middle one because He was wearing a black hat with the same dress code but the long black trench coat was moulded into his broad, muscular and tallest form perfectly with the high black boots giving him intimidating and regal vibes.

It was on the very day that he asked me to prepare his new slave for him… Flashback: “I want her prepared and sent to my room.” He said, his tone calm, amused, and if I didn’t know any better than a man was more or less giddy about the consort’s presence. He never did allow us to use the term ‘slave’. The word consort was seen as less vulgar, especially when he was not the type to even have any to begin with. “Yaroslav, what is the meaning of this? You are not the type to do…”