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Orphaned Queen Goddess Travels
Celine’s POVThe hum of the tires on the road has become a constant backdrop, a rhythm that matches the monotony of the endless stretch of terrain we’ve covered over the past two days. No stops, save for brief bathroom breaks, but this isn’t a typical journey. Sebastian’s cars are marvels of engineering, designed for both comfort and practicality. At the push of a button, the backseat transforms into a bed, a small luxury in an otherwise relentless trip. It’s where I find myself now, nestled between Dolton and Sebastian, wrapped in the strange comfort of their presence.The dynamic between us is shifting—almost as fluid as the car itself. Dolton, who once held his touch like a fragile promise, now seems to have shed that hesitation. His arms wrap around me with a quiet certainty, as though anchoring himself as much as me. Sebastian, ever the observer, alternates between joining us and immersing himself in his work. His documents scatter across the seat next to him, and his sharp focus
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Orphaned Queen Goddess Becoming Fae
Celine POVThe Fae form, then. It’s the next logical step—closer to my human side, less foreign than the untamed beast of a dragon. Their resemblance to humans, despite their taller frames and wings, feels manageable.Closing my eyes, I focus on the image of a Fae. Heat blooms within me, spreading through my limbs as my body begins the transformation. Bones shift and elongate, muscles contort and rearrange, and I feel my form stretching into something otherworldly.“Well... fuck,” Dolton mutters, his voice tinged with awe. I open my eyes, and the sight takes my breath away.“I’m so damn tall,” I murmur, staring down at the two of them. The perspective shift feels disorienting, unnatural. My body feels foreign, both powerful and strange.Sebastian nods, his gaze appraising. “Congratulations, my love. You can now shift into both your wolf and your Fae forms. But we’ll leave it here for today. If you push your shifter too much, you’ll be unable to shift for days.”I glance down at myself
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Orphaned Queen Goddess Fae Kingdom
Celine POVSebastian has already explained the significance of this meeting. The Fae King and Queen hold the key to our mission: the sacred flower that could break the curse. Without their approval, we’d have no hope of obtaining it. The stakes are too high for mistakes.As we approach the gates of the Fae Kingdom, my breath catches in my throat. The gates themselves are a masterpiece of intricate design, glowing faintly with magic that seems to hum in harmony with the earth. As they creak open, revealing the city beyond, I can’t help but press my face to the car window, my eyes widening in awe.The Fae Kingdom is like stepping into another world. The buildings tower impossibly high, their architecture defying gravity with spiraling peaks and elegant arches that seem to shimmer with life. Magic is woven into every stone and vine, creating a seamless blend of nature and civilization. Trees with iridescent leaves stretch into the sky, their branches entwining with the buildings, forming
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Orphaned Queen Goddess Facing Them
Celine POVI’m so captivated by the scene that I almost miss the figure stepping out from the castle’s grand doors. His presence commands attention, every movement deliberate, his gaze sharp and appraising as it sweeps over us.“King Sebastian, you have requested an audience with our council,” he says, his voice carrying the weight of authority that leaves no room for doubt.Sebastian straightens, inclining his head in acknowledgment. “King Thorne, I have. This matter is urgent—life and death, in fact. May we discuss it with you?” His tone is calm yet firm, carrying the quiet command of a leader who expects to be heard.King Thorne regards him for a moment before nodding. “We may. You are welcome here. I trust you remember my mate, Queen Nymia?” He gestures toward a woman who appears beside him, her striking beauty matched by the regal presence she exudes.Sebastian’s expression softens slightly as he greets her. “Of course. It is an honor to stand in your presence again, Queen Nymia.
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Orphaned Queen Goddess Asking
Celine POVKing Thorne breaks the silence, his voice deep and resonant. “State your case.”Sebastian steps forward, his shoulders squared and voice steady. “Your Majesties, my son, Prince Joseph, has found his mate—a werewolf who is now carrying his child. However, she has fallen gravely ill, and we have discovered that her condition is not a natural one. She has been cursed using these flowers.” He gestures toward the shimmering blooms on the table, his words heavy with the weight of truth.Queen Nymia’s sharp gaze fixes on Sebastian, her tone calm yet laced with steel. “And who would cast such a curse upon the Princess? What motive lies behind this cruelty?”Sebastian’s expression hardens. “Her own mother.” The words hang in the air like a thunderclap. “She sought to end the bloodline. The curse was designed to kill her daughter if she ever became pregnant, ensuring that neither she nor her child would survive.”A ripple of murmurs spreads among the council members, their usually st
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Orphaned Queen Goddess Waiting
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Celine POVQueen Nymia sits poised, her expression a mask of calm, but I can see the flicker of thought in her shimmering eyes. King Thorne leans forward slightly, his fingers steepled as he listens to the low murmurs of the council. They speak softly, their words almost inaudible, but the atmosphere is charged with their unspoken fears and what-ifs.Joseph remains kneeling, his shoulders hunched under the burden of his desperation. His golden eyes, filled with unshed tears, dart between the council and me, silently begging for salvation. Dolton stands at my side, his hand resting lightly on my back, grounding me, his quiet strength seeping into my trembling frame. Sebastian, as ever, is calm and composed, though the set of his jaw betrays his impatience.“I’ve never heard them deliberate this long,” Dolton murmurs beside me, his voice low, meant only for me. “They’re taking this seriously. That’s a good sign.”I nod, though I can’t shake the sinking weight in my chest. It’s not just
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Orphaned Queen Goddess Agreed
Celine POVThe stillness stretches on, each second heavier than the last, until finally, she nods—a slow, deliberate motion that feels like a judgment passed.“Very well,” she says, her tone regal and firm, yet tinged with reluctant acceptance. “We said we would grant you the flower, and we will but heed this, Celine—the weight of this decision is yours to bear. If you succeed, you will have our eternal gratitude. But if you fail, know that the lives lost and the chaos wrought will rest squarely on your shoulders. The blood of the innocent will stain your hands if the madness is not broken.”Her words land like a physical blow, cutting deep, but I hold my ground. My chin lifts, and I nod, meeting her challenge with steadfast determination. “I accept that responsibility,” I reply, my voice firm. “I will not fail.”Queen Nymia inclines her head, a gesture of acknowledgment tinged with finality, and motions to a fae attendant standing near the altar. The attendant, clad in flowing robes
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Celine POVI push harder, ignoring the burning in my legs, just when I think I'm getting close, something shifts ahead of me.A figure steps into my path and I skid to a stop, breath catching in my throat as I take in the woman standing before me. Tall, elegant, and draped in flowing, scaled armor that shimmers like dragonhide. Golden eyes, sharp as a blade, lock onto me with cold amusement.My stomach twists. Tatsuya. The dragon who was supposed to marry Sebastian. The woman who had tried, over and over, to push me out of his life.I steel myself, straightening despite the pounding of my heart. “Move.”A smirk curves her lips. “Still so demanding.” She cocks her head, eyeing me like I’m something insignificant. “And still so out of place.”Anger coils inside me, hot and seething, but I shove it down. I don’t have time for this.Sebastian shouts again, his voice rough with strain, and I move to step around her, but she mirrors me, blocking my path effortlessly.I clench my fists. “I d
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Celine POVI move through the dense forest, my steps light but quick, every sense sharpened as I search for my mates. The trees loom taller here, their thick canopies blocking out most of the moonlight, leaving only thin slivers to guide my way. I don’t stop. I can’t.Something shifts and the air thickens, pressing against my skin like unseen hands trying to hold me back. A pulse of something dark, something unnatural, ripples through the trees, making the leaves tremble though there’s no wind. I halt mid-step, my breath catching in my throat.No.I swallow hard, my pulse hammering in my ears as I stare into the unnatural blackness spreading ahead of me. It’s not just the absence of light. It’s something alive, something seething, something waiting.The darkness will consume you.The Fae Queen’s warning echoes through my mind, cold and unwavering.It’s already inside you.I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I’ve felt it before, the whisper of something foreign crawling
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Celine POVNo, this isn’t real. But my body doesn’t listen. The pain in my wrists is real. The exhaustion in my limbs is real. The sinking, bone-deep dread pooling in my stomach is real.I tremble, my body reacting before my mind can stop it. Because it remembers.His grip moves from my chin to my throat.“You always did look pretty like this,” he muses, amusement lacing his tone. “Helpless.”Rage coils inside me, but it’s buried under terror. I want to move, to shift, to fight, but I can’t. The fear keeps me frozen, suffocating me, keeping me exactly where I was back then.No! I am not this girl anymore, I'm not weak. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to force myself out of this. My wolf howls inside me, my vampire thrashes, my fae magic writhes against my skin—but I can’t reach them.I'm trapped.His fingers tighten around my throat. “Say it,” he murmurs, his lips inches from my ear. “Say what you are.”I squeeze my eyes shut, but the words press against my lips
Orphaned Queen Goddess Searching
Celine POVI move fast, following the trail, but the forest shifts around me, warping and twisting. The trees stretch impossibly high, their shadows lengthening across the ground, closing in. The faint glow of my path flickers, then vanishes.Stopping, my chest rises and falls as my pulse thrums against my ribs. The weight in the air changes, pressing down on me, thick and cloying, like something unseen is crawling beneath my skin. A slow, familiar dread seeps in, a darkness I haven’t felt in years—one I buried, one I thought I had escaped.The air turns frigid, and a voice I hoped to never hear again slips through the silence, curling around me like a noose.“Well, well. Look at you.”The sound sends ice through my veins, rooting me in place. Footsteps echo across the forest floor, slow and deliberate, each step crunching against dead leaves. The scent of him reaches me before I even turn, cologne masking something vile, something rotting beneath the surface.Richard.He steps into v
Orphaned Queen Goddess Fighting For Them
Celine’s POVI don’t land. I appear. One moment, I am standing before the elders, drinking from that cursed cup. The next, I am somewhere else entirely. My stomach lurches as my body is thrown into existence, my knees buckling as I hit the damp ground. The sharp scent of pine and earth floods my senses, and before I can even gather myself, a low, guttural sound rumbles from the darkness.I freeze.The forest around me is thick, the trees impossibly tall, their twisted branches woven so tightly together that only slivers of moonlight cut through the canopy. The air is dense, wrong, like the energy in this place doesn’t belong to the real world. Thick vines coil around the trees, pulsing faintly, as if the forest itself is breathing. Shadows shift between the trunks, moving too quickly, too deliberately to be nothing.Then I hear them. Growls. Deep, predatory and close.I force myself to stay still, my breathing controlled, my hands curled into fists at my sides. I can feel them circlin
Orphaned Queen Goddess Needing Her
Jonathan POVThe moment my foot touches the ground ahead of me, the maze shifts.The walls groan, twisting violently, stone grinding against stone. The mist thickens, rising like a living thing, curling around my legs. Whispers crawl up my spine, slithering through my skull, pressing into my thoughts.“You are not enough.”“You cannot protect her.”“She is already gone.”I clench my jaw, forcing the voices out. I do not believe them. I will not believe them. I have spent my life fighting, surviving. I have bled for the people I swore to protect. I will not break here.My hands curl into fists, my breath slow, controlled.Then, ahead of me, a figure steps from the mist. I stop, my heart hammering against my ribs, it’s me, but also not.This version of me is different. His stance is casual, his expression unreadable. His golden hair is neatly in place, his clothes
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Jonathan POVI wake with the taste of blood in my mouth.The air is thick, humid, pressing down on my skin like a weight I can’t shake off. My body aches, my limbs sluggish as I push myself up from the damp, uneven ground beneath me. My head throbs, and for a moment, I can’t focus, my vision swims as I try to make sense of where I am.Something is wrong.I inhale deeply, expecting the rush of awareness, the sharpness of my fae senses snapping into place, but instead—nothing. No magic. No connection to the energy that has always been a part of me. The absence of it is suffocating, a hollow space where power should be. My fingers dig into the wet soil, frustration curling in my chest. No. This isn’t right.The last thing I remember is the trial. The elders. Being separated from Celine.Celine. The thought slams into me like a blade. I reach for the bond—expecting to feel even the faintest trace of
Orphaned Queen Goddess No Helios
Sebastian POVI wake to the scent of fire and blood.The air is thick with it, hot against my skin, clinging to my clothes as I push myself up from the dry, cracked earth beneath me. My head throbs, a dull, pulsing ache that makes it hard to focus. I inhale deeply, expecting to feel the fire of my dragon’s breath in my lungs, the power of my shift just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon.But there is nothing.The absence of my dragon is instant and suffocating. A hollow space where my power should be, where my instincts should guide me. I exhale slowly, reigning in the sharp spike of irritation that threatens to rise. Panic is for those who don't know how to command themselves.I force myself to my feet, brushing dust from my clothes as I scan my surroundings. The sky above is a vast black void, no stars, no moon, just emptiness stretching endlessly. The landscape around me is barren, littered with jagged bones that rise from the
Orphaned Queen Goddess Not Me
Dolton POVI wake with a sharp gasp, my body jerking upright as cold, damp stone presses against my palms. My head throbs, the world tilting slightly as I force my breath to steady. A thick fog rolls through the streets around me, heavy and unnatural, curling against my skin like unseen hands. The buildings lining the narrow road are warped with age, their windows shattered, doors hanging from their hinges as if they were abandoned in a hurry.The silence is suffocating.I push to my feet, my muscles aching, my body sluggish like I’ve been asleep for too long. Something isn’t right. I try to reach for my senses, to let my wolf guide me through the unease, but the moment I reach inward, I’m met with a terrifying nothingness.I can’t feel him. My wolf—gone.A sickening rush of panic claws through my chest, and I inhale sharply, trying again, digging deeper, but there’s no trace of him. No pull of instinct, no sharp
