Inazuma Eleven Orion Novels & Stories

Steady. Rising and falling with the practiced precision of a commander born to lead armies. Not soft Orion. Not the Orion who brushed hair from my face. Not the Orion who whispered reassurances at dawn. This was the Luna. The one the pack looked to when the world shook. Her voice swelled-briefly-into a sharper tone, one I recognized even through the haze. A vow. A promise. A command. My breath hitched. Even from this distance, even through a window, even muffled by the courtyard’s size-

🌙 “The memories inside Ilyaan…” ⚡ ”…belong to Orion.” 😱😱😱 The city exploded into chaos. The sky screamed. Reality cracked. 🌌💥🌌 And Orion slowly closed his eyes. Not surprised. Not angry. Just tired. 💔 As though he had carried this secret for centuries. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Revelation Ilyaan stepped backward. Unable to breathe. 😨 If the memories belonged to Orion… Then why did they feel like his?

Surprise shows on his face as I have crawled closer to them and are at a kissing distance from Aziel right now. I lean down and gently kiss Aziel on his lips and he answers and then pull away, first I thought I hade done something wrong but then Aziel moans and his hand grip Orions head. I look at Orion and see his head bobbing up and down on Aziel's hard cock, Orion look up like he could feel us watch him. He smiles and I knew what he was about to do and I look almost scared.

"You are our savior who will save my village." "No one knows about that tattoo except for the people here and me," I knew about the peony flower tattoo on my forehead before I was reincarnated. "The Oracle knows who you are and the answer to this problem. So please, Yuna, you are my only hope." Feno went over to me and started to plead. The first time I saw it was when I was so pissed at Dominic being together with Leah I wished she would disappear. I can feel the magic elevating from inside me but then shuts me off from killing Leah because of jealousy.

As a consolation price, I did write two more chapters of The Luna’s Prophecy that I wrote a few nights ago. so chapter 2 and 3. they're still drafts, and things might change. but for now, I'm thinking of Orion to be mixed race. I haven't decided what race, though, lol. but not completely white, and in my head, he kind of looks like Chris Brown or Zayn from One direction. this tattooed guy, with a nose piercing. but tall and muscular. I am trying to find the perfect picture, but I am unsuccessful until now. so maybe once I do publish the story, I'll change the way he looks.

“Classic, it is!” “Classic, yes,” Ichiro nodded. “But it’s how we deal with them. How does it become different from other hunters? Order of the Orion seemed to be like…” He wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips as he thought. “Argh! Superior… yes! Order of the Orion thinks of themselves as superior among others.”

Az complained, earning a well aimed hit to the chest from me. "Okay okay... Let's talk after settling down somewhere." Uncle suggested, leading us to the sofa. "So... You owe us an explanation." After I cuddled comfortably between her and Az, my mother said, looking straight at uncle. "Fine. But first... I think I need to introduce myself properly to these two kids." He said after agreeing with my mother and we sharpened our ears, eager to know the reason behind us being kidnapped. "I'm Orion. The first male hunter of moon goddess's huntresses and the best hunter of all time." He introduced, perking my attention to its full notch.

“What do you mean?” “Look Izzy” I push forward again, my gaze on her, “in the span of five years, I have massacred three alphas and taken over their packs, Diego doesn’t care about Avra. He is just interested in getting my attention and challenging me to a fight. He has joined hands with the moon pack and Oragon pack and they are forming an alliance. He is just using what happened to Avra as his cover up. He fucking knows I was drilling his sister long before now” A disgusting look appears on Izzy’s face and I know why.

Faiza rolls her eyes as she turns away, moving closer to the rest of the group as they collect around Juniper, who stands with her hands on her hips, glaring around at the city like it’s willfully defying her. Orion just stares for a moment, his wolf leaping to his feet with excitement. Yes yes yes, his wolf says, his hackles raising, stomping his paw down in the dirt of Orion’s soul. Let’s go get her. I knew we were giving up too soon. Orion stands straighter at that, suddenly encouraged, his shoulders straightening. Because…honestly, he doesn’t know what Faiza meant by that but…

He grinned and winked, straitening himself out a little. “Jack, my dear friend,” Orion smirks, clapping him on the shoulders “See truck F over there,” he points, still clasping Jack's shoulder, to a large moving truck painted with ‘F’ “That truck is full of females, pick one out, then pass the word around, I want my men feeling good for the upcoming battle.” He snickers.