Iron-blooded Orphans Orga Novels & Stories

“Ever.” The sincerity in his voice cracks something open inside me. “But I need you to understand,” he continues. “This war just found you.” War. The word settles heavy in my chest. “Who sent them?” I ask. Tristan’s eyes darken. “The Iron Fang Syndicate.” I blanch. Even I’ve heard of them. Rogue wolves. Mercenaries. Slavers. “They deal in leverage,” Orion says grimly. “And mates are the strongest leverage there is.” Tristan’s hand tightens around mine. “They won’t stop.”

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

The air was crisp, and the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape. As we walked towards the orphanage, Aunt Ruth began to share some insights. "Sabrina, I thought you should know that these children at the orphanage are the sons and daughters of werewolves who have fallen on the battlefield or died in natural disasters." My heart sank at the gravity of their stories. "That's heartbreaking," I murmured. Aunt Ruth nodded solemnly. "Yes, dear. It's our duty to support them and bring a bit of joy into their lives whenever we can. Many have faced challenges no child should endure."

I need this final plan to work because if I’m still here in a few days when I turn eighteen, I will be subjected to the disgusting practice werewolves call Mercy, where suitable eighteen-year-old humans are selected by werewolves to be their pets. That’s all this orphanage is: a grounds for grooming human children into eventual “pets”. In this world ruled by werewolves, we have no say in who our masters become. We are merely commodities awaiting sale, knowing that most pets end up as nothing more than corpses to be disposed of.

“The children. The ones we couldn’t save. They’re grown now, and they’ve formed their own organization. They call themselves ‘The Orphans.’ And they blame us for not saving them sooner.” Cedric sank into a chair at the table, the weight of the words pressing down on his chest until breathing hurt. Lily looked up from her homework, sensing the shift in the room. Gianni stood behind him, one strong hand resting on his shoulder. “What do they want?” Cedric asked.

Briar announces as I open it and read the first line. “Within the first two years- Open an orphanage for young wolves who have lost their parents. Arrange for adoptions for those who wish to adopt.” I read out loud. “Keep going. It gets better.” Onyx states, smiling.

Heaven knows what she hates most: children, unbearable trouble. After two hours, Fiona finally got Shelly to the orphanage her friend recommended. Heart Orphanage is located on an unnamed hill on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by mountains and forests, almost isolated from the outside. It was difficult for Fiona to drive because it was getting dark, and many times she almost lost her way, making her angry. As soon as Fiona got there, Fiona pulled the mentally unstable Shelly out of the car and went to knock on the door.

“I didn’t give him the opportunity to give you any information that Declan may have had. The Luna of the Orphans, the oldest child living in that hell house is my mate. She contacted me in a panic attack over Micah and his sister after she gave them to Declan. She knows the support needed to get him through this type of poisoning doesn’t exist in her pack. She doesn’t trust me or my pack but we are all she has.” I shiver as a cold breeze sweeps down the main path reminding me of where we are. I’m staring down the slim path that we created and named The Blue Ridge path as it leads directly into their territory. It’s the sounds of a motor starting in the distance that snaps me out of my daze a

We just walked—two shadows heading into unknown territory, into a meeting with a wolf neither of us trusted. And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was necessary. The Ironbloods weren’t a pack known for mercy. They were old blood—vicious, proud, honor-bound. And that made them dangerous... but also predictable. If Orric was really watching the Council fall out of favor, then I had a chance. A sliver. But I’d take it. At the edge of the ridge, two wolves stepped out from behind the trees. Big. Armored. Eyes sharp and golden like burnished coins. They didn’t shift. Didn’t speak.