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Orphaned Queen Goddess Another Side
Celine POVWith Jonathan and I sat together, we wait for Sebastian and Dolton to return. Despite everything going on, his presence always seems to bring a grounding steadiness, a welcome counterbalance to the chaos swirling around us.“Maybe there’s a lake nearby,” I suggest, my tone thoughtful. “I could try shifting there?”I glance at him, waiting to see if he agrees. It’s a good idea.“You do need to figure out how to shift into your merfolk form.” He smiles and the weight of my frustration from previous attempts creeps in. He nods, his understanding palpable in the soft look he gives me. “I’m happy to come with you if you want.”His offer brings a small smile to my lips. “I’d like that,” I reply, climbing out of the car. As we walk side by side through the trees, the sounds of nature surround us—chirping birds, the rustle of leaves in the soft breeze, and the crunch of our footsteps on the forest floor. A few minutes later, the glimmering surface of a pristine lake comes into view
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess The Exiled
Celine POV“Not many can shift into both forms,” Sebastian says, breaking the silence, his voice thoughtful. “Usually, one side is more dominant than the other. Take Nischola, for example. She’s both dragon and wolf, but her wolf side prevailed. She can’t shift into her dragon form at all.”His words only deepen my confusion. “You’re saying Jonathan is unique?” I murmur, still trying to wrap my head around the revelation.Sebastian’s gaze sharpens as he turns back to Jonathan. “You are powerful. You yourself are rare—unique, even. Hiding either side of you isn’t just denying who you are; it’s punishing your shifter Jonthan. Do you know why the kingdoms separated in the first place? Because they couldn’t accept that some of their own could embody more than one kind of magic, more than one kind of being. If people embraced both sides of themselves, maybe the kingdoms wouldn’t despise each other as much as they do now.”Jonathan doesn’t respond immediately, but the weight of Sebastian’s
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess Unexpected
Dolton POVCeline is still trembling, her body giving away just how deeply shaken she is. I can’t blame her—we should have warned her. We should have told her that outside the protection of the kingdoms, the world isn’t just untamed; it’s downright dangerous. But we didn’t expect her to wander off, to venture into a space where these horrors lurk. The guilt gnaws at me, knowing we could have prevented this.The only silver lining is that she shifted. Her merfolk form was nothing short of breathtaking—silver and gold shimmering together in her tail. Not even the royal Merfolk can boast such a rare combination of colors. Typically, the royal families have distinct, unique features that set them apart, but none of them have the brilliance that she does. It’s like her very being is touched by the divine, a beacon of her status as the Queen Goddess.But even that marvel is overshadowed by what just happened. We returned to the car and found them gone. The moment I saw the empty space where
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess Making Him See
Dolton POVJonathan, who has been uncharacteristically quiet, finally speaks. His voice carries a weight of apology. “I should have told you. I didn’t think it was important to say I was also Merfolk. I haven’t shifted into that form since I was a child, back when I stayed with my mother in the Fae Kingdom. I never intended to shift into it again. I had accepted that I was Fae, and only Fae.”His words hang in the air, heavy with regret and vulnerability. His gaze flicks between us, searching for understanding, though I can tell he’s bracing himself for judgment.I let out a sigh, my voice gentle but firm as I reply. “But you’re not only Fae, Jonathan. You never were.”The truth of it seems to land with him, his shoulders sagging slightly as if he’s finally acknowledging a part of himself he’s long suppressed. The room feels charged, the unspoken complexities of identity, loyalty, and belonging weaving through the space. Yet, in this moment, I can see something shifting in all of us—a
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess Needing A Plan
Sebastian POVThe journey back feels excruciatingly longer than the trip to our destination. Perhaps it’s the numerous stops we’ve made along the way, or maybe it’s the tension hanging in the air, pressing down on us like a heavy, invisible weight. Normally, we’d take to the skies—flying is quicker and less draining—but given the uncertainty of Joseph’s situation, we couldn’t risk leaving behind vehicles and supplies. The ground travel is necessary, but it stretches time in a way that gnaws at my patience.It’s been nearly twelve hours since Celine’s encounter at the lake. I glance over at her, fast asleep and curled up against Jonathan as he sleeps. Her breathing is soft and steady, her body relaxed, but even in sleep, there’s a vulnerability about her that stirs a protective instinct deep within me. Jonathan holds her carefully, almost reverently, as though he’s afraid to disturb her. It’s a sight that, surprisingly, doesn’t spark jealousy—just a quiet sense of relief. She’s stopped
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess Something Needs Doing
Sebastian POV“We have a bigger problem,” I say, breaking the silence. Dolton looks at me, his brow furrowed, waiting for me to elaborate. “Calling all the royals from each kingdom into one location? It’s risky. More than risky—it’s a disaster waiting to happen. If the Werewolf King is working with the exiled, they won’t need to take down the kingdoms individually. They’ll take us out in one stroke.”Dolton exhales sharply, sitting back against the seat. “You’re right. It’s the perfect opportunity for an ambush. Gather all the royals, their key leaders, and their guards in one place, and we’re practically handing them the kingdoms on a silver platter.”I nod, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “We’d be fools to assume the Werewolf King hasn’t already thought of that. He’s been planning this for years, using his greed and cunning to sow discord. He won’t hesitate to strike if he sees the chance.”Dolton taps his fingers on the armrest, his eyes narrowing in thought. “Then
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess A Break
Sebastian POVAs these thoughts swirl in my mind, I glance at Dolton, who’s been unusually quiet beside me. The weight of everything we’re facing is palpable. Breaking the silence, I suggest, “We should stop for a break. It’ll be the last one before we reach my kingdom. Celine’s shifter needs space and air to recover.”Taking out my phone, I type out a quick message to the guards, instructing them to find a safe location to rest. It’s a delicate task. Outside the kingdoms, there are still scattered towns and cities, remnants of a world left behind. Most of them are teeming with the exiled—dangerous, desperate beings. Some places might be safe enough to stop at, but many are not. Trusting the guards to make the right call, I tuck the phone away and let out a slow breath.Dolton breaks the silence, glancing at me. “Any idea what this Pantheromorph is supposed to look like?”I shake my head. “It’s only ever been mentioned in stories. The assumption is that it’s a combination of all her f
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Orphaned Queen Goddess Warning Sounds
Celine’s POVThe tension is so thick it feels like a living thing pressing down on us. Sebastian’s sharp, focused expression says it all—he’s ready to order us back to the cars after that eerie, childlike laugh echoed through the trees. The sound doesn’t sit right in my chest, and the rustling nearby sends a shiver racing up my spine.I step toward the sound, curiosity overriding my better judgment. Pushing through the trees, I move cautiously, trying to make out the source of the noise. Behind me, I sense Sebastian, Dolton, and Jonathan following, their presence both reassuring and heavy with unspoken concern.As we press forward, weaving between ancient trees whose gnarled branches twist like claws, something comes into view that makes my breath catch.A cage.It’s large, rusted, and covered in creeping moss, like it’s been here for ages yet still serves a dark purpose. Inside is a creature so grotesque and unnatural that my body freezes in place. It has the form of a human, but its
Last Updated : 2024-12-18
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Orphaned Queen Goddess Another Vision
CelineThe air in the great hall remains thick with unease long after the last ruler departs. Doubt lingers like a specter in the eyes of those who remain. I stand firm, unwilling to show weakness, but inside, my mind churns. The witches’ words haunt me, and the weight of leadership presses down with suffocating force.Before I can dwell on it further, a scout rushes into the hall, his breath ragged, eyes wide with urgency. “My Queen,” he says, bowing slightly, “our spies have returned with intelligence.”I motion for him to continue.“The witches have retreated,” he reports, voice strained. “They’ve taken refuge in an abandoned fortress, one that once belonged to the Werewolf King before he rose to power.”My stomach tightens. A place linked to the Werewolf King. That can’t be a coincidence. “Where?”The scout hesitates, then unfolds a rough map,
Orphaned Queen Goddess Their Offer
Celine POVAn unnatural chill settling over my skin like something unseen is watching me. I recognize the feeling instantly. They’re back.I don’t turn immediately. Instead, I steady myself, helping Dolton keep his footing as his body struggles to adjust. He’s weak but standing, his breathing uneven as he leans slightly against me. My pulse thrums, a sharp rhythm in my ears as I slowly lift my gaze toward the entrance.They step from the shadows as if they were never truly gone. The witches stand before me, their presence heavy with power, their dark robes pooling around them like moving ink. The older one smirks, eyes gleaming with something far too satisfied. His companion, younger but just as dangerous, watches me carefully. They are not here to fight, at least not yet.The older witch tilts his head slightly, considering me. “You’ve done well, Queen Goddess, but you should have left the sigil alone.”His voic
Orphaned Queen Goddess Breaking It
Celine POVI move deeper into the vault, the cold tightening around me like unseen hands pressing against my skin. The air is thick, heavy with an ancient weight, a presence that hums beneath the surface of reality. Every step echoes against the stone, the sound swallowed by the vast chamber stretching before me.The torches flicker wildly along the walls, casting distorted shadows that stretch and twist unnaturally. The entire chamber pulses with a slow, rhythmic energy, like a heartbeat buried beneath the earth. This place is alive.I take a steady breath, pushing forward. Shelves line the circular space, filled with tomes that have likely not been touched for centuries. The scent of dust and age clings to the air. Glass cases hold artifacts, relics of long-forgotten magic, their energy faint but steady. Scrolls, bound in twine, are stacked haphazardly across stone tables. There is so much knowledge here, so much power, but I do not have time to explore it. I
Orphaned Queen Goddess Their Attack
Sebastian POVI let Celine focus and walk away with Jonathan. The moment the heavy iron doors groan shut behind us, a tense silence falls over the hall. It lasts only a moment before the argument erupts.“I don’t believe it,” one of the remaining Bear Kings growls, his massive form radiating restrained fury. “That wasn’t our brother. I know him, and he would never stand with witches.”Aarmon, the Vampire King, stands unfazed, arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes gleam with irritation, but his voice remains calm, composed. “Then explain why he left with them,” he challenges. “Explain why he was the one to turn against us the moment the spell took hold. You want to chase a ghost, be my guest, but my concern is stopping the witches before they strike again.”The second Bear King slams a fist against the already fractured stone of the hall. “We have to find him. Whatever those bastards di
Orphaned Queen Goddess Trying To Break It
Celine POVKneeling beside the factured sigil, my hand hover over the smoldering bloo-forged markings. The air around it crackles with raw magic, thick and oppressive. It clings to my skin like an unseen force, trying to push my away. This sigil isn't just a spell, it's wound and carved deep into the foundation of this place pulsing with stolen power.It should have shattered when I attacked it, but instead, it lingers, a binding forged through blood. Exhaling, I force myself to think. If this was made with blood, there has to be a way that blood can unmake it. A sacrifice to balance the scales again.Without hesitation, I morph a hand into my dragon and drag a sharp edge of my nail across my palm, cutting deep enough for a thin line of crimson to well up. The moment my blood drips onto the sigil, a violent surge of energy explodes outward.Pain slashes through my palm as my hand is thrown back, the heat races up my arm like fire. I bite back a cry, my en
Orphaned Queen Goddess Her Attempts
Jonathan POVCeline moves before anyone else, stepping toward the two remaining witches like a predator stalking prey. Her magic hums in the air, thick and volatile, coiling beneath her skin. The fractured sigil still smolders on the ground, its energy resisting its destruction, and Dolton remains motionless.Everything about this moment feels wrong.The older witch doesn’t flinch as Celine approaches, his expression eerily calm, as if he already knows how this ends. The younger one, however, shifts uneasily, eyes darting to the sigil before flicking toward the exit. He’s already calculating an escape, but he won’t make it.Celine halts a few feet from them, her voice sharp and commanding. “What did you do?”The taller witch exhales slowly, eyes still locked on the sigil instead of her. “It’s not broken,” he muses. “And it won’t be. Not unless you understand what you’re dealing with.”Her magic tightens around us, pressing against my skin like static before a storm. I take a slow step
Orphaned Queen Goddess Shattering It
Celine POVI take a slow breath, steadying myself as I prepare to break the sigil. My magic coils beneath my skin, simmering, but I force myself to stay in control. This isn’t about brute force. The sigil wasn’t just made to bind, it was made to resist. If I let my emotions control me, the magic will push back harder.I kneel beside the scorched markings, pressing my palms lightly against the fractured stone. The energy still lingers. I can feel the remnants of the blood magic woven into it, pulsing faintly, clinging to its purpose even as the spell itself begins to weaken.The magic fights me immediately.A sharp pulse of resistance presses back against my own power, like an invisible hand trying to shove me away. I grit my teeth and dig deeper, pushing my magic through the cracks in the spellwork. It twists and resists, writhing like a living thing, trying to close itself off.The air around me thickens. The sigil surges violently beneath my fingertips, a final attempt to hold its f
Orphaned Queen Goddess The Unholy
Celine POVA heavy silence fills the hall, thick with the scent of burnt magic and blood. My heart pounds as I stare at the fallen bodies around me, my mates lying still, their breathing steady but unnervingly shallow. I reach for the bond that should be connecting me to them, but the moment I try, a wall slams into me, severing the link. My stomach clenches, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin.The witches remain standing near the entrance, their cloaks shifting unnaturally, their presence distorting the air around them. They are waiting. Watching. Their faces are obscured, but I can feel their satisfaction, the weight of their amusement pressing against my skin like a cruel whisper.A sudden, ragged breath shatters the silence. The sound is unnatural, deep and slow, like a man coming back to life. I turn sharply, and my stomach twists as one of the Bear Kings sits up. His movements are fluid but wrong, like something wearing his skin rather than belonging to it. His shoulders r
Orphaned Queen Goddess Their Fall
Celine POVThe grand hall is warm with the glow of chandeliers, the candlelight flickering across polished stone walls. The scent of roasted meats, aged wine, and sweet spices fills the air, a stark contrast to the tension that lingers beneath the surface. Conversations weave through the room in polite murmurs, the occasional laughter breaking the stiffness that clings to the gathering. Despite the illusion of peace, I can’t shake the feeling of unease that coils tightly in my chest.Seated between Sebastian and Jonathan, with Dolton across from me, I force myself to appear at ease. Their presence should ground me, yet the weight of my vision refuses to leave me. The image of myself kneeling in chains before Gregory, powerless and at his mercy, claws at the edges of my mind. I can’t allow myself to dwell on it, not here, not now.Further down the table, the three Bear Kings eat in silence, their broad forms looming over their plates. They rarely speak, but their gazes scan the room wi
