The Consort Novels & Stories

“Are you mocking the first consort by refusing her gift?” Roxy steps in before the situation gets worse. “My lady would never do such a thing.” Calm and controlled as always. “The truth is, just two days ago, the king and Consort Zephyra mated at his private hot spring. Given how invested he is in getting to know her, It’s likely he’ll be calling for her again soon.” The consorts go silent and I inwardly pray for the moon goddess to arrive now and take me with her, just so I can escape the stares that press into me. That much information wasn’t necessary but thanks for the news Roxy.

And thus, I found it incredibly convenient to keep a seeing eye on hand to help me understand some things I otherwise couldn’t. “I see the queen’s companion,” Wicket finally answered, his voice stilted and monotone, as it always was under the influence of his gift. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “The prince consort?” “No. The High Cliff knight,” he corrected, “who bears the mark of L’Amante.”

But Landon was insistent that we keep things according to tradition. There was a knock on the parlor door, bringing me out of my thoughts. I straightened as Landon opened the door. “Vivian is here, Your Majesty,” he announced. I nodded at him, giving him the go-ahead to let her in without actually speaking. She entered the parlor, her eyes shifting around with uncertainty for a moment. I don’t allow many in this parlor. It’s in a private sector of the palace; considering tonight is the consort ceremony, I thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stretch some of my well-crafted rules.

EVELARA The chamber fell into a dead silence. The words “As my consort” echoed in my mind like thunder shattering my senses into pieces. For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. I stood there, frozen, the world narrowing to the cold glint in Lucien Virek’s eyes — the Lycan King who had just publicly claimed me in front of his guards, and his brother. Consort… Did he just—say that? Which era are we living in!?

He looked at Darryl in a daze—he was speechless and filled with fear. The man was their Prince Consort? The hero of the World Universe, the Sect Master of Elysium Gate, Darryl Darby? "Tosh." The Empress snapped back to her senses. She looked at Tosh silently. "What is going on? This man is Darryl Darby. I appointed him as our Prince Consort. Why did you say he was a spy?" Her voice was not loud, but it was suffocatingly authoritative. Swoosh! Tosh sweated profusely. He immediately knelt and said, "Your Majesty, this is a mistake—my careless mistake."

Ever since the last Seer died no one had ever appeared again. The Seer beads were kept safely in her home and now they had found their owner. It was the day of the consort selection when she saw her smiling standing leaning against the wall wearing server’s clothes. She was happy and yet she couldn’t do anything about it. How was it even possible that there was one in her time?

“Tell her the experiment was a failure, again.” The drake’s face remains stern, unmoved by my words. “The Queen demands your presence. You must attend to her and her consort in her chambers at once.” He frowns, curling his lip in disgust as he looks over our disheveled appearance. “Both of you.” Consort? There’s only one drake I’ve ever heard her use that term for. But he should be on the other side of the continent, saving his wife. Winding our way up to the aerie, I am exhausted by the time I reach the top to see if my worst suspicions are true.

He was hesitant to come near the large timber wolf, but Convil sat on his haunches and was docile, allowing Makya to approach. “This is Convil. It’s complicated to explain what all happened while we were here but the short version is, I was joined with a wolf pack by Brigit, one of our goddesses. Well, queen of the fae basicly. Anyway, Convil here is Alpha consort of that pack.” “Consort?” “The pack is Luna lead, so while he is the dominate male, he will bow to StellaLuna.” “I think I understand that, but I am not sure what that has to do with you and why he was growling at me. and consort? doesn't that imply other things?”

She did not say a word even though she was in front of the consort. "You're still disrespectful! Don't you remember what my son did to you yesterday morning?" Consort Reina told her and throws her a sharp look. Instead of arguing, she bowed slightly to pay respect to the consort. "Good morning, Mother," a faint voice greeted the consort. Her voice is weak because until now her stomach was still empty. She fell asleep last night so she didn't eat dinner and no one offered or brought food to her room for her. Prince Reikel's mother smirked at her but was pleased when she bow in front of her.

If I'd known she was a homewrecker, I would've stopped my colleague from donating blood to her! The abuse was overwhelming. Vivian's fans immediately jumped out to defend her. [Poor Vivian. She believes in love so much, yet she's gotten unlucky in love twice…] [But the bracelet Vivian showed off before was clearly a gift from Mr. Sterling.] [Exactly. Someone found out that the bracelet used to be worn by Oliver's late wife. It's obviously a Sterling family heirloom. Vivian is the one recognized by the Sterlings!] [The audacity of Pearl! A homewrecker actually had the nerve to flaunt herself in front of the legitimate partner!]