Hello lovely, wonderful readers!
I would like to start by formally thanking everyone for the continued kind and supportive messages left by readers during the last few updates, even the ones who check back in and instead of feeling upset by a lack of update, send me their well wishes. I've never had such an outpouring of love and support and it has touched me greatly!
Now onto the purpose of this update.
I know many of you don't follow my socials, and it's not so easy to announce things on these platforms so there's a lot readers aren't aware of, so I decided to add in this note chapter to give some more information.
Naturally, I will continue to post chapters for A Queen Among Gods whenever available, until the book is completed. This month I will also complete my other ongoing book, Codename: Aconite, as I have been bouncing between the two. When AQAGs is completed, I will reveal the (temporary) cover and synopsis for the first book in the next generation series titled the Royal Shadow Series, the second half of the God's Saga. I cannot release that information earlier as it will spoil upcoming events in this current book. The Royal Shadow Series will consist of 9 books, 2 of which will be posted under the same title as they are parts 1 and 2 respectively, and if you have been following this series carefully and have caught onto the fact I drop many breadcrumbs in my books, you might be able to figure out why there's a part 1 and part 2 for this particular title.
After AQAGs is completed, sometime in maybe May or June, I will be releasing a new book exclusive to GoodNovel titled Treasured Yet Discarded. It is a standalone book that I aim to have daily chapter releases on. Cover and synopsis have already been revealed. While this book is releasing, I will be working on chapters for book 7 in the Queen Among Series, A Queen Among Tempests so it will be ready to go when TYD finishes.
I do plan to release the first book in the next-gen series this year, but I haven't quite decided when Tempests ends, whether I'll start working on that book first or one of the 3 remaining spin-offs left in this series. For a reminder, those are Runaway Empress, a prequel to A Queen Among Snakes following Mei's parents. Dark Invocation, a spin-off to A Queen Among Darkness all about the villainous life of Isolde's imprisoned aunt, Manon, and Valor, Virtue and Verve, a prequel to A Queen Among Tides, depicting the story of Cole and Andromeda and their beginnings long before their untimely end.
I'm also working on releasing more of these stories in print, but they take time and money which is why things have been slow, and I also have a few completed works never before read that are releasing worldwide in mid 2026. So, even if i'm not updating, i am constantly working on this series, the continued series and many of my other projects.
I haven't made plans for when I'll begin writing book 3 in the Codename trilogy, titled Codename: Hellfire, just yet, but given how much i want to complete the first half of the God's Saga, i might not work on that until 2025.
So, there is A LOT in the pipeline, and a lot i'm excited to bring you. The challenge is finding time and mentally energy to do it, but i'm not backing down anytime soon. If you have any questions, please leave a comment and i will check back in each day and reply to them. Thank you once again for the loyalty, love and support, and i will see you guys for the next update!
Much love,
Ashleigh xo
I haven’t heard from Jartre in a few days. Sounds ridiculous to be worrying about someone with the power to tear apart the universe, but that’s what happens when you care about someone. I pick up on his emotions sometimes – something I’m still getting used to. It’s mostly just confusion and frustration, and I wish I could be there for him to make him feel better, but then there are these moments where I can feel that he misses me. I mean, I don’t SPECIFICALLY know it’s me he’s thinking of, but I know he doesn’t really have anyone in his life, and I know we have something special, so critical thinking would suggest that I’m the only one he could be missing. I was going a bit crazy at home between no shifts and no rehearsals, so I was grateful when Wyatt called me up yesterday and invited me to join him and Derrick at the Glitter Hole for the Diamond Party tonight. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity, and that’s where we are headed now. “How are your feet feeling?” Wyatt asks, glan
As we enter the club, we are immediately immersed in a sea of white opulence. Beads of rhinestones hanging from the ceiling, glittering in the light like a shower of diamonds. White Grecian columns surround the club ordained with white organza, ostrich plumes and roses; it’s like stepping into gay heaven. The stage has been erected with a monster platform that looks like a diamond has unfurled its shards like the petals of a flower. It’s exquisitely ethereal. The Glitter Hole hosts a lot of themed nights, and they’re great for business. The Diamond Party happens once a year and is themed white diamond. The dress code is simple: white and bling. Looking around, everyone is either in white or some skimpy diamond number. I’ve gone for a mix of both. A simple chic one-button white blazer, with no undershirt. Nothing but a stunning diamanté underwire with a diamond chain dripping down to a diamond heart, emphasizing my impressive cleavage. My hair hangs down my back in thick two-strand pl
As I keep my lips on my glass as an excuse to not have to speak, a familiar wave of energy comes over the room, filling the air with static and making me feel like I can breathe for the first time in days. My eyes shoot up and begin scanning the room frantically, as I feel a strong presence lean down behind me. “Looking for me?” his gruff voice whispers seductively in my ear. “JARTRE!” I scream, my face splitting into a Cheshire cat grin as I abandon my drink on the table and turn to see the face of the man I’ve missed to an unhealthy degree for days. He smiles down at me, his silver eyes twinkling, and in a second I’m up on my feet, climbing onto the booth and launching myself at him. He catches me with ease as I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a monkey in a tree. My lips find his, kissing him with a need and urgency that is overriding my entire system. My lips burn comfortingly against his as I feel him hold me up by my ass while his other hand glides into
I take in a deep breath, placing my glass down, trying not to get aggravated. I get up and grab his hand. Jartre gets up and follows me as I lead him into the back office and lock the door behind us, the pounding music of the club now dulled down to a dull throb. “Do you hear how controlling you sound?” “I never said you were my property, but you are mine. Our souls are bound, Gabriella. You are as much mine as I am yours,” he says, stalking towards me until I’m pressed against the desk. I gulp and look up at him, “That doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I wear.” He quirks his eyebrow, “Then how about I remove my shirt and spend the entire evening out there shirtless?” he says, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk, caging me between his arms. An image of drunk, horny patrons ogling him and trying to touch him all night flashes in my mind and makes my stomach churn, ready for that Tezus to do some more damage to my inside. That inexplicable anger returns just like i
“Your friends will be wondering where we are.” I snort, “They will know exactly where we are, they’re not stupid. And if not, the mess we’ve made of ourselves will give it away.” “Easily fixed.” He lightly smacks my ass, “Up you get.” I pout and slowly get up, feeling his cock slip out of me. There’s a bit of soreness, but nothing I can’t handle. The feeling of emptiness, however, still not a fan of. Jartre snaps his fingers and in an instant, we’re both dry and clean like nothing ever happened. I stare at him in amazement as I slip my thong back into place, do up my pants and button up my blazer. “You know with such a fast cleanup service, sex in public might become more frequent,” I tease. Jartre rises to his feet, tucking his dick away and doing up his pants, “And if you keep wearing pants like that, your ass will never be safe from me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me close. I smile up at him, “Promises, promises.” With our arms firmly wrapped around each other, we make our w
As I sit on Gabriella’s couch, staring at the TV screen and blinking my eyes to change the channels in rapid succession, I find myself zoning out and reflecting on what a first tonight was for me. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Now that I think about it, I’ve never had this much fun, not once in my whole existence. The fact she drives my libido into a frenzy aside, I feel light when I’m with Gabriella. I’ve always tried to convince myself that because I’m a God, I’m above the rudimentary emotions that seem to plague humankind, but I’m realising I have more in common with them than I ever thought possible. When I’m with Gabriella, it’s like a whole new world full of infinite possibilities and experiences opens up to me, and that’s saying a lot. The pain and the fear melt away and all that’s left is ebullience. I still can’t believe I spent the night in the company of humans and ACTUALLY enjoyed every second of it. Despite all the fun I was having with Gabriella and
She finally gets my pants undone and opens them wide, pulling until my cock springs free, twitching in front of her face as pre-cum drips from the tip. She licks her lips hungrily and reaches out, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock firmly. I let out a hiss of pleasure, throwing my head back and thrusting into her hand yearning for more of her touch. “I’ve never felt a cock as hard as yours,” she says with sensual admiration. I look down at her, taken by the hunger in her eyes, ready to make my retort when all words escape me the second she wraps her plump lips around the head of my cock. “Fuck!” I breathe out in ecstasy. "Gabriella..." My resistance disappears as I free my hands from behind my head and fists her hair in my hand, my mind going numb as her warm tongue teases my piss-hole like she’s diving for gold. She frees the head of my cock and slowly licks her tongue up my cock from base to tip, and as her eyes become fixed on me, I watch in captivation as she takes m
I smile into the mirror, tenderly touching the hickeys that line my neck. I remember when I was a teenager, getting a hickey felt like an exciting milestone, and I feel that same excitement again, only times that by a thousand. It’s more exciting because it came from Jartre - my soulmate. An all-powerful God who has become this ubiquitous force in my life yet worships the very air I breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way. Never made me feel such excitement, such desire, and such pleasure. I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream, but so far the dream continues. Speaking of dreams, we barely slept. I’m noticing we don’t do much sleeping when we get together, yet I never feel tired. I mean, sure, there are times when the man’s ability to give me multiple orgasms renders me unconscious, but there’s this constant need for him that keeps me going most of the time. Standing here my knees still feel like jelly and every muscle aches in ways they’ve never ached before.
I walk down the front steps of the beach house, making my way across the sand and over to Jartre who continues to stare out at the horizon. I sense his anguish and guilt and if our bond were complete I’d probably be crushed by their weight. That’s the thing most people don’t realize about Jartre. Jartre feels everything far more intensely than others. His own emotions are a destructive force to himself and those around him. His love for Apaki nearly destroyed the world and then his love for me nearly did the same thing, only on a much larger scale. His guilt, disgust and shame birthed a new God and that has come with its own set of problems. I can’t blame Jartre for wanting to run and hide from his feelings all these years because it seems whenever he lets them out, someone gets hurt.“Are you going to keep standing there watching me?” he utters, not sparing me a glance.“I didn’t want to disturb you. Do you want to talk?” I gently ask.“I’m sure you already know what happened, so wha
I appear in a wide open, sparse living room surrounded by walls of stone and endless glass windows that look out onto an incredible mountainside from atop a hill with trees as far as the eye can see. The sound of the rain echoes around this somewhat hollow domain, each drop beating down on the glass ceiling and cascading down like a waterfall all around me.“What do you want, Jartre?”I look over to see Oshmin sitting at an oversized dining table, his head buried in his hands while flecks of golden glitter in his azure hair manage to twinkle in the light of such an overcast day. A simple whiff is enough to tell me Yildiz is here too, but as I pay closer attention I can feel her energy emanating from somewhere upstairs.“I’m sure you would love more than anything to throw me out, and that would be more than fair, but I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to speak,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. I feel like a human child confronting their disappointed parent. It feels revolti
Instant relief washes over me when Gabriella finally appears. She crawls onto the bed, collapsing and snuggling up to me, wrapping her arms tight around my body and nuzzling against my chest, setting my body ablaze. I put the TV on mute, wrap my arms around her and plant a tender kiss on the top of her head.“How did it go?”“I knew it would be emotional but…that was even harder than I anticipated,” she exhales.I gently comb my fingers through her green locks as I tenderly run my fingers up and down her arm, her scent swirling around the room putting me at peace. “Did Fretez put up a fight?”She shakes her head, “No, she was very sympathetic and understood why I wanted to do this and said that ultimately it’s my decision and she no longer has a say on the matter. That alone is crazy to me. I mean… having the power to move the spirits of the dead from one plane of existence to another…it’s insane to think that’s something I can do now.”“And how did the young Alpha handle it?”“I thin
The tender moment is interrupted by the suite's buzzer, so I reluctantly free my hand from the mighty grip of my daughter and answer the door. I stand there, mouth agape, looking up at the 7’7” Goddess standing at the threshold of my suite. Dark, yet radiant forest green hair frames her face in long natural waves while her bright, silver eyes look down at me with apprehension.'What would a Goddess have to be apprehensive about?' Zara utters in astonishment, echoing my own thoughts.'Beats me, but a better question would be: why in the hell is a Goddess at my front door?''That is definitely the superior question,' Zara nods in agreement. 'What kind of God rings the doorbell?' Zara appears more lively than she has in weeks. I’m not the only one who lost both her parents. Just like me, the only things keeping her going are Ace and their pup.“I’m so sorry for just showing up like this. It’s Amelia, right?” she says hopefully. “Sorry, I mean, Alpha Amelia,” she quickly corrects herself.
As I look down into the bassinet, listening to the steady thumps of my precious baby girl, I lose count of how many emotions are running through me. My mum tried to brace me for how overwhelming having a baby is. She warned me that from one moment to the next I won’t know whether I want to laugh, scream or cry and she was right, but I still wasn’t prepared. However, the one thing she didn’t prepare me for was how to do this without her.Zara whimpers quietly in my mind as I look over at the framed picture by the television of my mum holding my daughter the day she was born, and I can feel the tears filling my eyes. She tried so hard to make herself look healthy and strong for her granddaughter that day. It’s such a beautiful, bittersweet photo. My mum’s radiant red hair almost cocooning my daughter, her thick black tufts a stark contrast against my mum’s red. Mum was so happy to meet her granddaughter and even though my daughter was fresh out of the womb, it’s like she knew what my mu
I place a glamour over my eyes just as Jartre taught me, allowing people to see my eyes as they once were and not as they are now. I figure this will make it a little easier to take in my new appearance. I wait until Wyatt steps out, then let myself into Derrick’s hospital room. I walk over to the bed and look down at my best friend, his hair damp with sweat and his face pale. He doesn’t deserve this, and I feel like a bad friend for not being there more for him lately because of all this supernatural drama.I quietly pull up a chair and sit down, reaching out and holding his hand between mine. Derrick slowly opens his eyes and looks over at me, first his brows furrow in confusion, but soon his eyes widen in disbelief as he looks me over.“Ella?”“Hey, you,” I say softly.“What…Is that a wig?” he asks in confusion.“Uh no.” I grab a strand of hair between my fingers and look down at it scornfully. “This is my real hair.”“You hate the colour green.”“Oh, I still hate the colour green,
“According to sources, the FBI is working with local law enforcement throughout the states of Oregon, Washington and Idaho to get to the bottom of this sudden wave of unexplained disappearances. Conspiracy theorists are going wild on public forums suspecting everything from alien abductions to human trafficking. As for the real cause behind these disappearances, authorities still have no leads on the matter.”I take in a deep breath, guilt strangling me as the news shows more faces of people who have been reported missing since the eyti were released. I allowed this to happen. Those people aren’t missing. They’ve been pulled into an unfathomable dark abyss, infected by the eyti set free from their prison and fuelled by the malice that lives within every human.The TV turns off and I look over to see Jartre getting up from the couch and making his way out to the patio, anger and frustration radiating off him in waves, rippling against the radiating pure white of his essram, now spotted
Whoever said exposure therapy was ideal for curing people of their fears was a sadistic fucking cunt.From the moment I met Gabriella, my greatest fear was that I would lose her. Whether it be at my own hands or due to her humanity. Nothing could have prepared me for what it would be like to feel her life slip away from mine; to feel her soul leave her body and to hold her corpse in my arms. That pain will haunt me for the rest of my life and as an immortal being, that means this ghost will be with me always.I look down at Gabriella as she sleeps peacefully on her bed, her mind needing to recharge from all that has overwhelmed it today. I can feel in my essram that she is still the same Gabriella at her core, but I can’t help still feeling a sense of loss. I carefully reach out, picking up a lock of her dark, forest-green hair and run it between my fingers. It has the same luminous quality Fretez’s always had, and yet it seems more intense to my eyes, perhaps because of what she is t
He holds his hands out in front of him, conjuring a giant ball of black energy and purple electricity. I watch as it draws darkness into itself, but then I notice where the energy is coming from. As I glance around to the barely recognisable field, I see the eyti getting pulled towards it. I don’t think he’s even aware of what he’s doing, but he’s using them to power up his attack, and that’s one thing I can’t let happen.I glance at Zarseti who gives me an encouraging nod. She told me to trust my instincts, and that’s what I’m going to do.I reach out through my mind, feeling for Merlos’ thoughts. Her eyes connect with mine when she senses the connection, quirking an eyebrow at me. 'Merlos, I need you to blind every mortal around us,' I say urgently through my mind.Her brows deepen in confusion for only a second when realisation fills her expression and her mouth quirks up into a smirk of approval. 'Now that, I can do.' With a disinterested wave of her hand, she fills the eyes of ev