Dark Horse: An Orphan X Novel Novels & Stories

It was the anonymous tip about what Xavier was up to, Elaina remembered it very clearly. To think that it was Charlotte that sent that tip. She and Drake had tried to figure out who but had given up when there were no leads. Elaina felt her memory shift to another image. It was in Xavier's manor now, in the familiar storage room she had gone to a few times. Charlotte was there as well. She had placed a book strategically in an old pouch bag. That book was the ancient dragon book. The very book Elaina had “discovered” in Xavier’s manor, the one that revealed the dragon's history and more importantly the ancient musical call she struggled to learn.

Snow was like silver, sword like rainbow, and horses like dragons. Ding Hao was wearing a long green gown and riding a rare white tall horse, which was the Lion-dragon Beast of Snow Province. That horse was bought at a higher price, and it had a devil bloodline. Before Ding Hao entered the Snow Dragon Mountain for training, he had left the horse to be fostered in a horse house in Peaceful City. The horse enjoyed a winter there. It became fatter and seemed to have gained some weight. It was more handsome, like a little white dragon on the ground if it was seen from a distance.

She said trying to push him but her words didn't fail to add fuel to fire. His nerves started burning up hearing her confession. Harshly throwing her on the floor he stared down at her with his burning eyes. He took a step closer but she scooted away from him in fear. "What the fuck you said. You don't love me. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW." He yelled harshly kicking the wall near him making her gasp out in shock. "You know Lucy I never left you. I never did. I never told you but I was an orphan and was living in an orphanage when I met you. I was so intrigued when I saw you sitting near the window and staring at the moon with those big baby eyes."

I sit down at the back of the yard against a tree with my legs stretched out in front of me and take a sip of my drink and close my eyes. “Miss Olivia may I take this patch of ground?” “Yes Xavier and please quit calling me Miss Olivia.” I took in his features. His light blonde hair and blue eyes stood out even in the dark. I noticed how his muscles in his legs moved as he sat down on the ground next to me. Xavier Dawson, he was a lil younger than me a grade below me in school but I had a crush on him regardless. He was an orphan at 12 years old and wandered into our territory and one of our pack warriors took him in and he proved himself as an asset to our pack as he got older.

I can only dream of what it would be like to feel the rush of wind against my fur, to run alongside them, to belong. From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the others as they gather, their laughter ringing like music in the air. They are so full of life, so vibrant, and I feel like a ghost among them, fading into the background. I see the way they exchange knowing glances, how their camaraderie binds them together, while I am left standing alone, invisible. They don’t understand the ache of being an orphan, of waking up every day in a place that is not home, a place where I am seen as nothing more than a servant, a reminder of what they have and what I lack. “Dust!” Madeline’s voice

a deep voice calls, echoing in the blackness around me, as I search for it. “Who are you? Where am I?” I ask, turning left and right, searching for the voice. Turning around, I didn’t expect to see a wolf towering over me dominantly. My body bumps into his hard chest, and I fall backwards. A frightening gasp escapes my lips, but the unknown wolf turns quickly, so I land on his back. “I am Orion, we haven’t met, but I’m…” he doesn’t need to finish, I already know. “M-My father-wolf,” I stutter, turning on the large wolf three times my size. He lay on his stomach, and I can’t help but rest my back against his chest. The relaxing vibrations he sends soothes the ache in my back, but I’m still wa

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

He did not even like humans until recent years. I storm through the corridor, the earthen walls cold and unwelcoming. Making my way to a large ledge leading out, I stand in the windy glory of the Perilous Horde territory. The sky, a dark ocean of black, does much to abate my growing irritation as I strip, peeling off my leather garments. The cool air licks at my skin and a shiver runs through me as it plays with my hair in teasing pulls. Without a moment to lose, I jump off the ledge, my body becoming consumed in a cloud of my poison elemental. Thick violet fog shrouds my figure as I faze mid-fall. My wings are the first to burst through the fog. As the winds push under them, I take flight l

Waved politely as I stood in front of Pepper. The blood-bay-colored mare snorted at me. I cocked my head to one side, staring her down. When Maverick had ridden on her she had given Perdy hell. Bucking. Biting. Even kicking at him. He hadn't been joking when he said she was warmblooded. But I had found a new footing in this world. Became someone else. Conquered some of the demons that had haunted me, like food. I would conquer her as well.

Another message popped up on my phone twenty seconds later, ‘You're such a naughty little girl, I will add you to my slave collection, you'd serve me just fine, a true whóre you are’ A small giggle left my mouth, so he wasn't judging me? From our previous chats so far, it was evident this stranger was a dom, and I didn’t know if it was true, but he told me that he owned sèx slaves, true whóres who were only born to worship his supreme cóck. I bet he was lying, that had to be his darkest fantasy he was claiming to be true. I didn’t mind it though, this app was created to confess the darkest things about us that no one knew about. And while our chats excite me and sometimes I even stroked myse