Nemesis An Orphan X Novel Novels & Stories

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an easy fight for Thersar, Nexelex and warriors. That’s it. I had my fair share of fun in battering Denexus. Given that I don’t want to mar my palate with Denexus’ blood, I have pulled out Kris chthonic daggers and cut both of his hands in a quick motion. He fell to his knees, snarling and groaning. In yet another brisk move, I stuck both daggers in his chest. And the essence of Denexus was sucked in my kris daggers.

Aurora. One second he was sitting there beside me, looking at me, and the next he was gone. I watched him run from the car and embrace the small woman in the driveway. They held each other for what felt like forever. She had her back to me so I couldn’t see her face, but I could see Gunner’s. His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, his mouth flashed a full toothy grin. He never looked that way around me, he never looked at me like the way he did her. The more I watched, the more I burned. He picked her up and spun her around through the air. Her long hair covered her face, but I can only assume she looked as sickly happy as Gunner did. There was so much joy and happiness. I admit I felt envio

"Then can you go to Gomorra? I really need some books. Without it, I won't be able to do anything or create anything." "That would be hard getting into Gomorra, but, I will try my best to bring the books you want here. You might have a little problem with Mercury." "Mercury? Don't worry, I can handle him. I have something up his sleeve that I can hold on to." "Ok. I will leave immediately." "Thank you so much Hermes. This is really kind of you." He smiled and left the room. Rielle smirked and crossed her arms. "This is really going to be interesting. I will change my antagonist and make him into someone better." she left the room.

She shrugged, unfazed, "Don’t look so betrayed. You were the one who abandoned me first. You left me in the dust, chasing whatever little revenge fantasy you had while I had to fend for myself. So, I adapted. And you know what, Nyx? I like this version of my life. I’m not running anymore. I own my fate now." "Are you fucking serious right now? I left you in the dust? A little revenge fantasy? I left you to fend for yourself? Hahaha...You're seriously crazy, Helena. Why did I never see this in you previously, you're so crazy that you made up reasons and stories that would fit the narrative of whatever you wanted to hear. Well, I have one last question for you... What the heck does Victor look

"Too quick to be defensive, too quick to garner attention. You live vicariously through the lives you read in the headlines. In the grand scheme of things, that is all you'll ever be -- a bystander, an outsider, a pretender... A cow who chews grass too loudly, munching on the nonsense that is conveniently laid out for them. You are nothing more than cattle led to the slaughter. I would feel sorry for you. I really should especially for those that are truly less fortunate than myself, but I'll gladly watch you go merrily towards your ignorant end." With that, she turned to leave, noticing the look of pride on both Orion and Lord Dimitri's faces. She could feel Orion's immense pride within her

Not the laugh of madness — but of someone who already knows how the story ends. “Not yours to kill.” The voice slithers through my bones, curling around my thoughts. “Do you even know who you’re trying to kill?” “She’s just a wolfless orphan,” I snap. The laugh deepens, sinking into the chamber like roots into wet earth. “Wolfless orphan… You say.” The shadows bend toward us, hungry for more. “Then let me teach you something, little Luna… There are orphans — and then there are the abandoned children of the gods. You will learn which one she is… just before you wish you hadn’t.”

"Oh dear, we've seen this phase in grieving. We also went through it. This phase is what you call denial. I think you should focus more on helping your mother raise the money instead of looking for an imaginary murderer." "It's not imaginary. I need you guys to believe me." Kenzie's voice was the loudest now, filled with desperation, she placed her hand on the table and clenched her fists. Her eyes were pleading with them but Mr Ziegler pretended not to notice while Mrs Ziegler wasn't even looking. "And why?" Mrs Ziegler asked calmly. "Because I want your help. I need your connections, power, and money to find the killer as soon as possible. If you'll help me, I'll be eternally grateful." Sh

Clean. The shelves are empty. Not cleared but ripped bare. Books litter the floor, some open, some crushed, some missing pages entirely. The air smells faintly of wood and something sharper beneath it. Not blood. But close enough that my body reacts anyway. I don’t realize I’ve stopped breathing until my chest starts to burn. And then— I see him. Damon stands with his back to me, near what’s left of the desk. Unmoving in the midst of the carnage.

AMARA ​"Good," Antonio murmured, his thumb brushing over the skin of my lower back, a light, almost imperceptible pressure that felt entirely like a brand. "Because the night is just getting started." ​He steered me back into the glittering throng of executives, but my mind remained tethered to the shadows where Marcus Vance stood. Every laugh around me sounded like a mockery; every clinking glass sounded like ice cracking over a frozen lake. I was moving through a beautifully staged nightmare, trapped between a murderous fiancé, a backstabbing sister, and a cryptic cousin who looked at me like he already knew which graveyard I belonged in.