Books Like Orphan X Novels & Stories

At this point, boredom threatened to claim me first. Luck, thin as it was, came in the form of a book tucked inside one of the drawers. Its worn leather cover read The Girl the Dragon Spared. With nothing else to occupy my hands or mind, I settled onto the bed and began to read. It was about an orphaned little girl raised by a dragon that was supposed to devour her. The premise was strange, almost absurd, yet oddly compelling. Before I realized it, my fingers were already turning the page, then the next, the story slowly pulling me in.

"I don't believe that. I can fix it. I can break it. There has to be a way." "There is," Orion said. "But not by hiding in the woods. Not by hoping visions and blood magic will save you." He reached into the satchel slung across his back and pulled out a small, battered leather book. He held it out to her. She hesitated, then took it. The cover was worn, the pages stained with old ink and ash. Her breath caught when she opened it. It was written in Old Vale script the language of her bloodline. Most of it was indecipherable, the ink faded, but one phrase had been circled in red:

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

Noelle standing beneath a Christmas tree, smiling as blood drips onto ornaments. Pastor Gideon younger, carving wards with shaking hands. A child—me—sleeping while shadows argue over my future. I stagger. “Stop,” I whisper. “That’s too much.” It will only grow heavier, the voice says, if you do not choose how to carry it.Anger flares. “Everyone keeps telling me to choose. No one tells me how.” The frost-field ripples again—and a shape steps forward. Not human.Not monstrous. Tall, robed in starlight and snow, its face a blur of overlapping reflections. When it speaks, the sound is layered—many voices, one truth.

I didn’t want to be touched, not by her. To be honest, I did feel bad. Sno Errendale was my ex and we had remained friends. She was an orphaned wolf who had been taken in years ago. We always had an amicable relationship. She was a decent person and had been there for me, even now. But she wanted something I couldn’t give her. We had an agreement, an understanding. I would take her as my chosen luna, but there would be no feelings involved. I didn’t want her having unrealistic expectations. She hadn’t found her mate yet, so it was perfect. Or at least that’s what she said. I half believed she had and rejected the poor bastard in hopes of becoming luna. Well, it seemed like she was getting he

CHAOS’ POV I let my mind wander back to all that has happened today, the unending catching up and what not. In as much as it felt good to be alive, it didn’t help that this place awakened bad memories for me and to make matters worse, my innocent son, okay my semi-innocent son Xavier was here in this infested pack.

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

He then pecked a kiss on her forehead as he uttered, “Let me buy them for you, Lucy. Just let me.” She looked hesitant as she muttered, “Okay.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek. And she uttered a shy ‘thank you’, which made him smile wider. When she continued to hold the brown book, Xandar understood that she wanted it so he held it for her. He had a look at the title: ‘Lycans in Human and Animal Forms: Strengths, Weaknesses, Peculiarities and Blind Spots.’ Xandar chuckled before he asked as he lifted up the book in one hand, “Sweetheart, should I be worried about this?”

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

I haven't seen him since the day he gave me a ride on his dragon. King Uther hugs me and says, "Is this the little girl who asked for a ride on a dragon when she was little?" I said, "Yes sire, my name is Chloe." He said, "I remember. You have grown into a beautiful woman. I'm detecting some magic." I blush and say, "Yes sire, I am an oracle. I was born with the gift, but Queen Winnie trained me to use my powers." King Uther said, "Well, you are a treasure, indeed. You are well protected here." I smiled and said, "I feel very safe here." Ugh! My cheeks always betray me. I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe.