Dark Horse: An Orphan X Novel Novels & Stories

***** [THIRD PERSON's POV] “Headmaster, two of the orphans named Nowo and Moha were both heading to the underground.” Those words I've just heard drew my attention. I turned around and began to face the guy named Arphen— the son of Arges, a cyclops— and Placid, the daughter of Aphrodite and Zeus. He has the ability to track down the whereabouts of the orphans by casting a magic spell on their key necklaces. “Let them be. There's no way they could escape this world anytime sooner,” I responded to him. “Please pardon me, Headmaster. But how sure are you about that? You knew the kind of ability they both have.”

Yes, I had to give answers. I was already considered the moon of the pack, an attack like that would not go unnoticed. And much less with the men around me. "Good," I sighed, returning. I sat on the floor, ignoring the chairs around me. "Heath Dominique Ortega, if that's his real name, first appeared in high school a couple of weeks ago. He seemed interested in Ainsley, the human present, ”I pointed out, though she was still unconscious. "The witcher was recognized by rumours of human sacrifice, which he admitted to doing."

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I whispered. Using my newfound power, we managed to fight off the remaining rogues and continue our journey, though the unexpected attack left us both shaken. We arrived at the neighboring pack's territory late in the afternoon. The elder, Orion, was a wizened old werewolf with silver hair and keen eyes that seemed to look right through me. “So,” he said, his voice rough from years, “you've come asking about Ryder Storm.” His voice showed he was worried, and I could feel he didn't want to talk about it.

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

Amazed, I stopped in mid-motion, so the towel hung in the air instead of loading on the table. What should that mean again? God, I've been with guys every day. With what I was doing it was just inevitable and although I thought I knew the male species humans pretty well, this guy made me feel insecure. I didn't like that. "Ah, it says here you are an orphan," he said and traced the lines in front of his eyes with his finger. "Your parents were killed by proles."

I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.

They averted my gaze and bowed. Luckily I didn't bump into anyone I didn't want to. In a few minutes, we were outside the stables. Orien was saddling a horse whose chest-nut color caught my eyes. Judging from its height, it was nothing less than sixty inches. I looked from its expressive head that went sideways every now and then to its broad forehead and prominent dark eyes to its upright well arched neck, its laid back shoulders, its not so long back, its well defined withers and its strong legs. Definitely a Morgan.

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

Then again, I grabber her hand and stopped her from doing so. She violently grabbed her hand from me and took a step forward. Her eyes were filled with rage already. This little bitch has the thinnest patience and can never take sarcasm. She always wants fights, always needs to get everything she wants. A spoiled, nasty, little half-devil and half-vampire. "Are we fighting over this unidentified girl, Niklaus?" she shouted as if testing me. I crossed my arms over my chest and kissed her cheek. "I and Ambrosio did, Nat. Stop it and I am sorry for pissing you off," I consoled the brat.