Ennead Osiris Novels & Stories

Father nodded and continued, "Iris was a celestial wolf, the first of her kind, she was different from the others in terms of strength and looks but she was favoured by the moon goddess, her mother, unfortunately, she suffered a tragic loss and death causing her essence to dissipate into darkness, but the moon goddess calmly collected her essence and nurtured it in a celestial flower and she named it 'Mundonile' which means celestial rebirth or transformation, she hoped Iris could come back to life. Iris's essence merged with the flower spirit, making her unable to transform into her formal self; this made her desperate. For decades, she looked for a body vessel fit for her transformation, b

I’m afraid if I did, he might just see my silly thoughts through the windows of my eyes. “Take off your necklace. I want to see your eyes in the dark” He ordered in a low voice and I almost blushed just thinking about his obsession with my vampire eyes since he saw them. I can tell it’s fast becoming an obsession. I gave a nod and pulled my hair out of the way before proceeding to take it off while he turned off the light just as quickly, casting the room into total darkness. “Open your eyes, Iris. And look at me. I want to see you” His voice requested of me once again and I opened them reluctantly rolling them over to look at him despite my hesitation.

He leaned forward to take in more of the intoxicating scent of Jasmine, his eyes closed and he unconsciously leaned closer to her neck taking in the refreshing smell but at the moment she turned her face to the side, their noses brushed against each other, halting their movements. His eyes opened, feeling her move. His world stopped meeting a pair of earthly green orbs. Hazel caged her pupil while green guarded the iris. Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big

Warm Embrace Osiris’s door swung inward on a wash of cedar and smoke, the scent of Pine Wood clinging to the man even here in Crescent’s stone-boned halls. He stood barefoot by the window in soft gray sweatpants and a black tee, broad shoulders braced against the sill, red hair unbound and burning in the lamplight. The long line of his back was tension and battle-sore muscle; the room’s single lamp painted him in warm amber, as if he’d brought his hearth with him through the dark.

It’s basically a compilation of observations Osiris made about Morana’s behavior changes during full moons, and her struggles with her wolf’s blindness; questions about whether this could be harnessed or cured. “Nero, what does it say?” Orion asks, his voice tense. “Osiris thought there was something off about her condition. He believed it wasn’t just a simple case of blindness in her wolf. He thought... it might be artificially induced or... exacerbated by someone. But who? And why?” I rub my forehead, feeling a headache forming. “Why would Osiris hide this?” Orion snorts, “Maybe he found something he shouldn’t have. Shit, Nero, do you think this is what got him targeted?”

Amelia's Point of View: Osiris Walker and Verena Walker—both their names held power. "Osiris" means "God of death," while "Verena" means "to respect." Once again, I found myself pondering how my father got me into this world, but leaving it was going to be difficult.

“STOP! THE FIGHT IS OVER. Your king Cyrus is no more. Now, I, the son of the former king Lyciano and Rosalie, is your new king, ordering you all to bow down.” Xander’s every word was clear and authoritative. I was feeling like his energy had increased twice or thrice than before. His aura felt too powerful to ignore. The red full moon was shining exactly over our heads, reflecting a mysterious blood ray. Xander’s eyes were glowing like fiery red though he was in his human form.