Dark Horse: An Orphan X Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

River’s Pov By the time Orion parked the bike, my pulse still hadn’t settled. The city lights blurred around us, neon and rain-soaked, until the world felt like it was vibrating with adrenaline. He killed the engine in front of a quiet restaurant, not one of those glossy places filled with people pretending to laugh at each other’s jokes, but a dim, tucked-away spot that smelled faintly of cedar and expensive wine. A place that screamed private. “Get off,” he said, voice rough from the ride.

Dovydas reassures me with a bright smile. "I will begin preparations for your departure, so please be ready. You should know, Eleonora, that the lands of the Horde of Fates is covered in snow; they have blizzards almost daily. These lands are very dangerous. Be sure your mate is well-protected; humans are very weak against the cold," Norveig informs me with a face of indifference.

he licked his lips slowly. His taunt did not make darkness reckless like he had expected, instead, Darkness seemed to relax, Derrick growled, eye blazing as he ran for Darkness again, aiming for his abdomen. Darkness grabbed his hand and twisted it, erupting a howl from Derrick, he kicked him in his jaw, grabbed him by his neck and slammed him against the floor once again, this time, Darkness did not give Derrick the time to relax.

The voice of a man who had learned to compartmentalize horror into digestible briefings. Marcus had control of Shadow Peak. The compound was locked down. Fifty-three wolves loyal to me were imprisoned in the underground cells. Two were already dead. Ryan, a twenty-two-year-old warrior whose mate was seven months pregnant. And Helen, the pack healer who delivered me when I was born. Sixty-four years old. Hands that had brought life into the world for three decades. Marcus killed her to prove a point. The room was full. Neah. Caleb. Theo. Shane. Miles. Diane. Alpha Marcus. Vanessa. Every face reflected a different shade of the same horror.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

his fingers trace idle patterns on her hip while he waits for her answer, content just to hold her like this while she relaxes against him. “Ohhh, a detective novel,” Harper said playfully and her gaze roamed over the book cover for the novel ‘The orphanage by the Lake’ by Daniel G. Miller. The title is written in large white capital letters at the top of the cover, where ‘ORPHANAGE’ and ‘LAKE’ appears in larger font. The centre of the cover features a large, old mansion situated directly beside a lake. The mansion appears symmetrical, with multiple windows and several chimneys rising from the roof. One or two windows glows with warm yellow light, standing out against the otherwise dark buil

Lyra's Point of View Thalia took another sip of tea then started to narrate what I told her the day before, to Xander who was curious about what she had read in the book. “You know.” She started. “I read somewhere that not many people know about werewolves. But Orin Darkhowl was a master at it. He knew many things about us, he even came up with several theories about our origin. And the Midnight Howl was the book that contained all his life's discoveries. I haven't read much though I only got the book yesterday after all. I am still in the first two chapters. But from what I read in chapter one, Orin Darkhowl was basically trying to educate his readers on the history of the moon. He spoke ab

The black ink from the Moonstone had traveled up my wrist, mapping my veins in dark, bruised lines that reached all the way to my shoulder. "You look terrible, child," Nazim said. He dipped a finger into the bowl of scarlet feathers and began to stir. The sound was like dry husks grinding together. "The Orphan gift is a parasite. It doesn't use your energy. It uses your history. Every time you flare that red light, you lose a piece of who you were." "Shut up," I rasped. My voice sounded deeper, edged with a growl that wasn't mine.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.