Arias Osora Novels & Stories

"Your activities have not gone unnoticed." Arthur's displeasure was very vivid in his demeanour as he stared at the faces seated around the conference table. "Rio, Havana, Chersky. Your debacles have made headlines, and all in the presence of an unauthorised personnel who could very well be an enemy combatant too. Tell me, is this how the Supermen are supposed to operate?"

I definitely didn’t expect to see her after she started showing. “Hope!” Artis calls as Hope steps out of the car. She rushes up and hugs her, then pulls away. “You’re pregnant?” Artis asks, looking at Orsa to see if this is going to upset her. We all suffered while Orsa grieved for her child. “I am, but that’s not why I’m here,” she says looking at me. “Where’s your friend?” I ask. “She found her mate.” “Her mate?” Orsa asks, walking up. “But she’s human.”

A swipe of Kiss-Me Pink lip gloss, and I’m ready for the commute. Both sides of my family’s bloodline run deep olive skin, kissed by the sun, eyes so dark they almost look black. I stand out like a sore thumb. The local boys tease that I must have fae blood. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re right. I am Alora Windsong. My parents had traveled to Alaska on a much-needed escape when I came into the world, born beneath the shimmering veil of the Aurora borealis. My mother’s name was Lyra, and from her and the lights of the north, they shaped my name—Alora.

direct. At the age of 500, Aranjo was ordered to always wear a veil, including when the little girl slept. Ara was sad, but she couldn't do anything. Ara is disappointed at the indifference of the night God who is Aranjo's biological father and grandfather, the Demon King.

Morgan is laughing in my ear at my words. “In truth Lee, she came to me at a time when I had accepted death and welcomed it fervently”. He turns to fully face me, holding an old leather bound book. “The Kings of Ossory”. Hmm… What does this have to do with anything? “What is Ossory?”. Handing me the book, he guides me to the first page where there is a map that reads Eriu. “It means goddess Emma. Ireland it’s called today”. He slides his finger down to Ossory. It’s a drawn out territory. “Ok, but what does Ireland have to do with Morgan?”.

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.

More respect than I think either of us expected. “Young Kingston,” a man offers his hand. “You have more support than you realize.” Adam shakes the hand and nods. “We are so pleased to have you here, even for a short visit,” Another old female says, shaking Adam’s hand. “I thought you were demoted?” I say as we take our seats. “I was,” he says. “All rise for his most honorable King Augustus the third of the Werebeasts,” a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand.

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She looks at me skeptically, then nods and writes it down. “Orange Juice for me.” Raven says after. Aredell nods and writes it down. “Same as her.” Bella says gesturing to Raven. Before the boys could go Aredell shifts her attention to them. “And what can I get for you guys??” she says seductively. The boys look at her and shake their heads dismissively. “Water for both of us please.” Tony says. Aredell looked mad, she turned to us then glared but stormed off afterward.

Adom groaned softly as he slowly woke up. He blinked a few times, getting used to the bright light shining through the window, before he opened his eyes fully. He was a little confused, as he felt arms around him. This wasn't his own house. Where was he? He sat up and groaned when he felt pain shoot up his back. He was feeling sore all over, as if he were being run over by a truck or something. He looked around in the big room. It was modernly furnished and looked very expensive. He was sitting in a big, queen-sized bed, and when he looked to his side, his eyes widened. Arms were still wrapped around his waist, and a man was softly snoring next to him. Adom's heart started to beat faster as