《sweet ophelia ⚜️ klaus mikaelson | COMPLETED》7
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"Bye, Davina!" I said as Marcel practically dragged me by the elbow down the stairs. "See you soon!"
"Bye, Ophelia!"
I giggled and let Marcel lead me into the streets of New Orleans, wrapping an arm around my waist.
"At least buy me dinner first." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm showing everyone that you're with me, Opey," he smirked. "That way they know that you're not to be messed with."
"Ah, yes, because you're so intimidating."
"I'm the king of the quarter, baby!"
"And I'm the queen of the witches. Your point is?"
"My point is that everyone wants you dead, and you need to be protected regardless of whether you can kill them and are invincible."
"Then what's the point of having me protected?" I smirked, loving to get under people's skin. "Oh, that's right, so you still have your advantage and I don't get kidnapped by a ton of angry, jealous witches!"
"Keep your voice down, girl!"
"What? It's not like everyone already knows that I'm the queen of the-"
"Alright! I get it!" Marcel cried out, releasing me from his slightly uncomfortable hold. Not that it hurt or anything, it just felt... wrong. Like I was betraying someone - but I didn't know who. "No touching queen, fine."
"Thank you." I smiled, skipping up to my apartment complex. "It's been a pleasure. Now go away."
"Goodnight, Opey," he sighed, shaking his head at me. "See you soon."
But paying him no mind, I skipped my way into the building before shaking my hips a little bit, thus transferring myself into my living room. But this time, I was not alone. There, sitting on my couch, was Elijah, looking as sophisticated as ever.
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"Ah, Shakespeare," I teased. "To what do I owe thee the pleasure-ith?"
"Ophelia," he greeted curtly. "You might want to give Marcel an easier time. After all, he is ensuring your safety."
"That's where you're wrong, ol' Eli." I smiled, flopping down next to him. "You see, I am his insurance. I am the greatest weapon in all of history. Unlimited power, can't be killed unless I am being burned at the stake after a long and fair trial, and I am also very pretty, which I am sure comes into play somehow. Therefore, I am the only thing keeping his ass from being attacked by swarms of witches. Everyone always seems to think that I'm the one who needs the saving. I am fine. I just want to take the precautions."
"Either way, that is not the reason I am here in the first place." He said, sitting up straighter, which I didn't know was possible.
"Then why are you here? Impressed with my home decor? Is it how fabulously I can make a cup of tea? Or is it because you secretly have a crush on me?" I fake gasped. "Elijah! How scandalous!"
He rolled his eyes at me, no doubt thinking that I'm immature or whatever old men think about comic genius witch queens these days.
"I am here to help you with your powers, Ophelia." he said seriously, making me stiffen. "You may know little party tricks here or there, but if you really want to reach your maximum power, you need to learn how every witch before you in history has. Studying."
"And what does a vampire know about magic?" I asked.
"A lot, seeing as my mother was the original witch." He said, pulling out a stack of books from beside his feet. "Some of them are in dead languages, so if you need help-"
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"I'm a witch, Elijah. Also Google translate works wonders!"
Elijah scoffed at me and scooted closer, opening up the first book.
"Ophelia, as you know, you possess an unfathomable amout of power, you just don't know how to use it."
"Have you not seen me turn someone into a goat or...?"
"Like I said. You don't know how to use your magic properly." He said again, looking me in the eyes. "Tell me, Ophelia, do you have any idea how to do a locator spell? A levitation spell? How about a-"
"Alright, I get it, I'm the witch who doesn't know anything about actual spells." I interrupted with a huff. "I just didn't feel the need to. I kinda just... think of something and it happens."
"What do you mean?"
I sighed and faced the man completely, sitting cross legged.
"What's your favorite book?"
"What? Ophelia, we don't have time for-"
"Just answer the damn question, fancy pants!"
Elijah sighed and rolled his eyes, grumbling something under his breath before answering.
"Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen."
And within seconds, a brand new copy of the book was sitting in the palms of my hands, taking Elijah by surprise.
"See? If I think of something and wish it to appear, or if I want something to do something for me, it happens. It's always worked for me, therefore I never bothered with the books and potions."
He sighed and took the book from my hands, looking slightly conflicted.
"We're still doing this." He decided. "This may help you learn new abilities, or might even make the spells stronger."
"And if it doesn't?"
Elijah rolled his eyes and smirked, making me tilt my head in anticipation for his answer.
"Reading a book won't kill you, Ophelia." He chuckled. "And perhaps with this new pastime, you won't go venturing off in broad daylight through the streets of New Orleans, shouting that you're the queen of the witches from the rooftops after I specifically instructed you to do so."
I blushed furiously as he stood up, collecting the magically conjured up book with him.
"Goodnight, Ophelia. I shall stop by tomorrow, noon."
"Later, Elijah. Enjoy the book!"
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RE:WRITE
Fed up with a world where science has made every fantasy a reality and people just don’t care about stories anymore, a young video game developer named Kai uses ancient black magic to transport himself into one of his games, titled: Choices. Disturbed by his powerlessness on Earth, Kai makes sure to give himself the ability to change this new world as he sees fit, literally. If you were ridiculously powerful, would you throw away all your morals and do whatever you wanted?Would you find happiness? Would you find love? Or would you end up realizing that… Absolute power is pretty depressing. Note: The format for chapter titles is: “Overall_chapter_number POV_chapter_number: Chapter_title." Look at the POV chapter number to see who is narrating. Thanks to Ia-shub niggurath and peacefulcatastrophe for editing. Also thanks peacefulcatastrophe for the idea for the new cover image: John Martin, 1789–1854. The Deluge. 1834. (Public Domain) You can read it on my website too!Please vote for my story on TopWebFictions! No sign up, just click on the link and vote for as many stories as you like. Signed and fulfilled the Pledge. ~~A Proud Member of Writers to The End; we finish our fictions!~~
8 173Re: Ascension Rebirth
Many people wish to restart their lives, for a myriad of different reasons, but what's better than restarting from scratch? Why that's to restart in a place filled with fantastic elements, or so that would be the answer for most people. However, as enticing as that may have sounded to a lot of people, HE didn't want that, for HIM, his life was perfect. He was one of the richest and most powerful man in the world, he had loving friends and families and he was about to be married to his beautiful childhood friend. With his wedding due in just a few hours he boards a plan to return for the ceremony with his fiance waiting at the altar in a beautiful white dress. However, destiny did not permit their relationship and he was tragically killed in a plane crash. At the whim of mystical forces, he is forced to be reincarnated as [Morgant Fallon], the son of a lesser noble, in a world where the rules of physics are regularly broken by the fantastic. Though destiny may not have permitted it, but he wasn't just going to take it lying down, he was going to force his way back to his old life. It didn't matter how long it would take, a year, 2 years, 10 years, he will find a way back... or will he?Of course things don't go his way, myriads of distractions force him to take his mind off returning, from finding the secrets of the universe to curious visits ranging from the demon lord to the fabled hero, he is dragged into various events to the epicenter. With the mind of a fully grown adult and the body of a mere child, life only throws more and more problems at him. How will he deal with the ongoing problem? Find out!
8 399Age of Swordsmen Online
Let me ask you a question. Did you ever play a game so passionately, that you were able to play it for hours and hours, without even noticing how the time passed by? And then imagine being stuck… But you’re not only stuck because you can’t get any further, but you are also stuck because you can’t get out anymore This is the story of gamers, or should I say brave swordsmen who fought to clear the game, to beat the boss, to be alive. This is the story of a game, the story of… The Age of Swordsmen *************************************************** A guaranteed chapter every Monday + out of schedule chapters when I feel like it :pAuthor's Note: First Novel I ever published here. May remind some of SAO, but yeah... It actually isn't really like SAO at all. I would appreciate any corrections of grammar/spelling errors since I'm not a native English speaker. In addition to that, this is a 'First Draft', so I may edit a few things in old chapters when I feel like it.
8 257The Exile's Return
Narrowly escaping a vicious assault on his family by powerful nobles, Canu is exiled to the lawless wastelands of the south. Having lost his memory to the assault, Canu grows to become a leader of ruthless vigilantes in the region of Terragar. Years later, his paths drastically change when an ominous sojourner, claiming to be his father, informs Canu of his ancestral right to a northern lordship on the other side of the Cyrian Sea. Canu gathers unique companions to accompany him as they journey across the realm to claim his lands back and exact bitter vengeance.
8 124Descent of the Dragon Prince
A dragon prince turned human must come to terms with rewriting events he has never faced before. How does it feel to get beaten up by the gods? Novus argues that the feeling is terrible, especially when the gods send him to another world, in human form. Despite starting in the worst fighting shape possible, Novus gradually resolves himself of one thing: He'll revenge kick some divine ass. So anybody, especially that damned Hidden Shadow organization, better get out of his way; After a couple of tears and a failed spell. But wait, I can revive? And why does that person seem so familiar? And why can't this system answer any of my damn questions!? Chapter updated twice per week! Wednesday/Sunday Nights UTC 07:00 local time. This story is currently only available on Royal Road. Any other sites that provide the story are not allowed to, and should not, have my story available for reading.
8 128The Summoned Prince
Meet Elden Mitchell nicknamed Prince by his friends due to his green eyes and long blonde hair, He is also one of the few modern day swordsman who inherited his father's techniques but together with his class is summoned to another world.Like all my other works this is a first draft :/
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