El Orfanato De La Muerte Novels & Stories

“Mr. Lu… the basement entrance collapsed decades ago. The fire destroyed all remaining access.” Holden’s eyes turned dangerously cold. “Nothing is inaccessible.” Elena swallowed. “Let’s just look first.” Holden’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. They walked deeper into the remains of the orphanage. With each step, Elena felt flashes—like broken shards of memory. —A little girl running barefoot. —Children laughing around a metal staircase. —A soft lullaby, sung by a woman whose face she could not recall. —And then… flames. Searing. Screams.

“The food poisoning case at Happy Hearts Home orphanage has taken lives. Eleven children and toddlers died after being treated for two days at the city hospital…” Elena stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Dirty work, but easier than this endless grind. But a tiny, stubborn voice always whispered, Just one more day. One more exercise. One more test. Just one more. I was thirteen when an Omega named Elara found me. She looked tired, middle-aged. She said she’d served my mother. “My mother?” I asked. I was an orphan. They told us not to ask about parents. Distractions got you punished. Elara leaned close, her voice a dry rasp. “I’m about to tell you something that could get me killed.”

LAUREN'S POV “Hold on, you just said we were in an orphanage?” I asked, my voice slow, like my mind was still trying to catch up with what she had just mentioned so casually. “Yes,” Elizabeth replied, nodding once, her face as calm as if she had repeated this story a hundred times already. “That means our biological parents, they’re…” “They’re dead. According to my parents, the orphanage said they died in an accident. We were the only ones who survived.” Elizabeth cut me off before I could even finish the sentence.

“He was a happy child. But then… after his parents died, everything changed.” Selena’s laughter died in her throat. She stiffened. She knew where this was going. Grandma placed her cup down gently, her fingers tracing the rim. “He became quiet. Withdrawn. It was as if the light had been drained from him overnight.” Selena swallowed, guilt pressing down on her like a weight. Grandma’s voice softened. “He was put in an orphanage after the accident. It was a terrible place. No child should have to grow up in a place like that. Cold, overcrowded… the caretakers didn’t care about the children, only about keeping order.”

Luna Lucia breathed calmly and Emaline imitated her. After pulling herself together, Emaline ended up breaking down. She sobbed, shaking her head as she stared at Calvin like he was the worst thing that ever happened to her. Emaline began her story, “I saw him and his dad on the night my parent died. He was there. They attacked us and even when the rain began, they still went ahead to kill our people brutally, and even after my sister and I were sent to the orphanage, you still came for us and the spell… the s-spell–”

There’s been no word on any vampire attacks beyond ours since the orphanage, we’ve had no word that Juan has actually let anyone know about, and there hasn’t been any new hits or hints of a threat. Apart from my new living situation it’s like it never happened and no one mentions the lives we lost that day. I didn’t even get to bury them or pay my last respects. The cleanup crew moved in and their bodies were burned outside the city limits without anyone being told until after it was done. Like worthless trash that needed to be disposed of. A black mark Juan wanted to wipe clean and push out of sight, because he can never be seen to be failing at anything.

Dante said. "There’s one thing you should know," Evelyn said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a final, small envelope. "The twelve orphans... they aren't the only ones. The project had a second location. In America. A place called 'The Orchard.'" Dante stopped, his hand on the car door. He looked at the envelope, then at Bella’s face on his phone screen. The labyrinth was never truly gone. It just changed its name. "Not tonight, Mother," Dante said, taking the envelope but not opening it. "Tonight, the orphans are just children. And the Orchard can wait for the morning."

It made Poe come to realize that though the Magister had not lit the flame that could turn into a conflagration, he was the one trying to control that fire, to direct it so that it did not consume them all. Poe shook his head to dispel reflections from the past that were a comforting distraction, and, instead, turned his thoughts to what lay ahead, to the boy. He was dirty foul, with the stench of weeks caked in knotted locks and dirt that covered him like clothing. Feral, everything about him was more animal than man. Doing some research on the subject, Poe had learned of instances where human children surviving in the wild, as animals might survive, lost some of their humanity. But there w

“This… is an international crime. The missing children of various noble families. No one knew where they had gone.” A choked sound came from the far side of the room. It was Alaric, staring at a large, crude ledger left open on a wooden table. Names were scribbled down in hurried, almost inhuman handwriting. Each one marked with either Alive or Used. Elona’s stomach churned at the implication. Some were already… gone. Edward stormed toward a second door, kicking it down. The moment it swung open, the smell of decay rushed at them. The backyard of Zianara’s courtyard stretched before them, but the once-hidden earth had been disturbed. A shallow grave, poorly covered, revealed the tiny, fragil