روايات وقصص ضمن El Orfanato De La Muerte

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

The orphanage was nestled in a quiet corner of the city, an old building with cracked walls and faded paint. The children who lived there spoke in hushed voices, their dreams and hopes often muted by the harsh realities of their young lives. Among them was a girl who had long since learned to keep her wishes to herself, a girl who had never known the warmth of a family or the comfort of a home. Her name was Elara.

Liliana said. “You have no idea the type of monster you are married to, he killed his brother and you think this is too much for him?” she laughed again. As she spoke at length of how Mateo betrayed her and pretended to love her just to get her to sign an implicating document almost costing her her freedom, I realized I didn't know who I was married to. “Did he know there were kids in there?” I asked in a weak breaking voice. “Oh he knew, he knew they were and he didn't care, 57 kids died that day! Young children, pregnant girls locked up in containers that I was going to save that night” she banged her hand against the table loudly, shaking it.

~Elena~ *** My life in the orphanage home was one I would never forget, it was a part of my childhood that scarred me. No, my entire life scarred me. I could barely pick out a good memory from my time in the orphanage, it was always from one abuse to the other. We had celebrities come to donate to our home but most of them did it for the net, and after taking videos with us in pretty clothes and a big faux smile, their expression switches to disgust. Their original hateful selves return and they see us like garbage.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

After what happened with my parents, Alpha Luther kept me shielded from anything that might cause me any more trauma. The pack cells are damp and dark and with only one small barred window at the end of the row of ten cells, five a side, the putrid smell lingers thickly. I can taste the decay with every inhale but hide the disgust on my face. This place isn’t meant to be comfortable, I have to remind myself. Heaven knows how many lives he has taken, how many orphans this one creature is responsible for making. There is a sickening sound of crunching bones as Alpha Luther commands the rogue to shift, but he fights it. Even when one of the warriors douses him in a bucket of diluted wolfsbane,

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.