Black Orion Novels & Stories

His gang watch on awe and gasp when a brooding tall guy shows up from behind. I gasp, astounded when I set my eyes on him. Orion Blackwood. The Top Star of the SGBC. Why is he here? "Y….you!" Orion chuckles at the rouges' expression. They don't expect him to show up even as I didn't too. "Carry that rascal of your hero…." He gestures at Dan who is groaning on the ground. "and get out of here before I give you a reason to leave the town completely."

His skin, gleamed in the torchlight, a stark contrast to the darkness of his piercing gaze. Draped in garments of midnight blue, Orion's attire spoke of otherworldly elegance and sophistication. His tunic hugged his broad shoulders and tapered down to his slender waist, accentuating the sculpted contours of his form. Intricate patterns of silver thread adorned the fabric, shimmering like starlight against the velvety backdrop. A cloak of deepest indigo billowed around him, its edges adorned with celestial symbols that seemed to dance and swirl with otherworldly energy. Embroidered with constellations and galaxies, it whispered of secrets and mysteries hidden within the vast expanse of the c

Suddenly, Orion and some men in black appeared from the shadows, ready to fight. All along they had been waiting for the best moment to strike, and it seems like they've found it. Kael smirked as looked at Orion with disgust. “So it was you all along. You're the culprit.” “You can't stand in my way Kael, you think you have it all, but you don't.” Orion spoke out. Kael attacked Orion first, pinning him on the ground, then the fight started. Natasha and the other guards helped take out the men in black.

"We are going to bring her back to the den together." Orion doesn't fight my grip; he locks his arms around my neck, burying his face into my collarbone where my alpha gland smells of cedar and winter frost. He doesn't shed a single tear, though his little chest shudders with silent, heavy dry-heaves. "I am a Blackthorne. I will track her with you." I press my jaw into his thick hair, feeling his tiny, rapid pulse against my chest. "Bane, lock down the Shadow Chamber. Do not let that bitch leave the bed."

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

Orion wept. Before Silas could answer, a fluttering titter of taps sounded on the window. Orion lifted his head from his wet hands and locked his gaze on the source. A small swallow was pecking at the glass in an urgent manner. He rose swiftly and opened the window for the small animal. The bird's feathers were unlike any he had seen before. They were midnight and white, arranged like a tuxedo beneath the night sky. Its beak shone navy blue, and its tail was elongated at the tips. The bird was larger than that of a common swallow, yet it was no bigger than Orion's hand.

He had just made the mistake of revealing where his loyalties lay. “Wrong on two counts,” I continued, stepping forward until I was looking him directly in the eye. “First, Darius Blackwood is many things—a traitor to our kind, a criminal, a greedy man willing to chase power to hell’s doorstep—but he is not an Alpha anymore.” I turned my gaze briefly to the disgraced man still kneeling on the cold stone floor. “He—or anyone from his bloodline—is forbidden to use that title because of the blood rituals he performed. He is nothing but a disgrace to our people.” Orion clenched his jaw, but I wasn’t done. I took another slow, measured step toward him, watching as the sweat gathered on his brow.

And that name she had spoken, Liora, that was the same name as the wolf-dragon beast that is now deep inside her soul, the Obsidian Sigil that now answered only to her blood and her mark on her back. Ora’s lips curved into a small, sharp smile as she moved closer, her steps slow and proud even though a whole sword was still buried in her chest. She moved like she felt no pain, like she ruled everything around them. When she stopped right in front of Nyxoria, they were so close. The only difference between them was the color of their hair, Ora’s was deep black like a moonless night, while Nyxoria’s was bright blond gold that caught the light even in shadows. Other than that, it was like looki

He is no Alpha. Orion is a monster of a wolf. He is as black as night with green eyes. Orion towers over most Alpha’s but our Destinee in her wolf form is slightly bigger than we are. I move back, not taking my eyes from him. Marcus passes me a pair of shorts from Laura.