Iron-blooded Orphans Orga Novels & Stories

Lira My heart was pounding but I kept my voice steady. "I'm from Blackwood. I grew up in an orphanage there. And yes, I don't have formal records, but that's not unusual for orphans in Blackwood." "How convenient," Zuri said. "It's not convenient, it's common." I reached the bottom of the stairs and forced myself to look directly at her. "Blackwood has dozens of illegal orphanages. Small operations that take in children born to rogues or wolves who died without packs. They don't keep formal records because most of them are just trying to survive, not run legitimate institutions. The children are used for labor, for service, for whatever the operators can profit from. That's the reality of be

My heart hit my ribs like a trapped bird. Elder Orin. He wasn't just a name. He was listed by his title: Elder, Spiritual Witness, Ironblood Pack. I read it once. I read it twice. I read it a third time just to make sure the words didn't change on me. They didn't. I closed the file, slid it back into the stack, and walked out. I felt like the floor was tilting sideways, like the whole world had shifted an inch to the left and I was the only one who noticed. Everything I thought I knew about the Ironblood Pack and their grand, noble history was suddenly lying on the floor in pieces. Elder Orin was there. He was sitting at the table when they signed the papers that led to the death of my peopl

Some coffee would do. I went to the kitchen and brewed hot coffee. When it cooled down a bit I brought it to the rim of my lips to inspect further and took a sip. My phone buzzed with a notification on social media. It was a charity event I've always supported and attended. The Lifesavers Organisation has a lot of partners and they offer help to orphans, drug addicts, and students. I've been a supporter since I moved to Orano and each time I see people benefitting from their goodwill my heart flutters with joy.

Iris ran in the direction of the orphanage, a glimmer of hope that whatever she was thinking of isn’t true. Her heart shattered staring at the burnt building while some firemen tending on the small fires. People gathered around the orphanage, and Iris pushed every one of them. Her boss, Edin, caught Iris before she could enter the place. Crying out loud and finally broke free from his grasp, entering the area, and the foul smell of sulfur caught her nose mixed with a metallic odor. The image of slaughtered children and caregivers is in her mind.

"But we aren't going back as refugees hiding in the shadows of Pennsylvania. We are going back as an apex predator family. If we are going to do this, I need to know your unit is fully integrated. I need to know who I am bleeding with." ​The woman bowed her head slightly, a gesture of absolute tactical alignment. "Our international syndicate operates under a single directive, Foxdragon. In the underground sectors, we are known as The Iron Vanguard. We specialize in the total asset liquidation and operational dismantling of corrupt billionaire dynasties. Your war is our war now." ​"Good," I replied, sliding a stack of biometric legal documents across the counter toward her. "Then let's begin

My fingers found his, tracing the ridges of his knuckles, “I’ve been building something.” His brow lifted slightly, but he said nothing, waiting. “Our own organization,” I continued, “A real one. Independent. No government ties, no corruption. Just us, our people, working outside the system to do what needs to be done.” Lorenzo’s thumb brushed over my wrist, over my pulse. “Doing what?” I swallowed. “Saving people. Women, children, men—anyone caught in human trafficking. Organ trafficking. The ones no one else is looking for.”

I am aware that they portray themselves as modest, elegant philanthropists who are powerless to incorrect, but that is not at all the case. The majority of the children are treated well by the parents, but I recall that they were almost completely abusive to one child in particular—the bastard son, who was the offspring of a relationship Lady Lunous had. He endured so severe torture that he eventually fled.

"If this is where I came from, then what kind of place is this?" "This is the Iron Maiden Facility," Giovanni said, stepping in. "A secret organization meant to advance human civilization. This is where they created ten children, like the ones in those photos I sent you. You, me, and Kimmy—we’re the only ones left. We were considered the perfect creations of science, made thirty years ago."

"For years since me and my brother, Andrew, started A&A Financial Gold, we have held this charity event annually." Ambrose, smiled at the audience and said, "Through you, our partners, we can give so much to the community and... to the world." "This year, we will be donating all proceeds to the two organizations; The hillside Orphanage here in London and The World Against Hunger, who continues to spearhead feeding programs in remote areas in African and Asian countries."

*yuck* I know a lot of the girls have suffered the same things at the hands of the same boys, and we always silently rejoiced when someone was adopted out, or aged out. When you turn 19, you aged out, and sadly must leave. I am almost there excited to age out, and terrified at the same time. I have no where to go. But I will start this new chapter with a smile on my face and my head held high as I survived my time at the orphanage! Only because of my special spot, and animal friend.