Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint| Orv Novels & Stories

Kenny, Caroline, and Tommy looked at Nora in disbelief. "Nora, it really was you..." At the same time, Theodore appeared on the big screen. He entered the room I was in and patted my head in relief. "I thought you were really going to fall for her trick. Looks like you're not that stupid after all." I said confidently, "I'm a little slow and can be a bit oblivious, but I'm not stupid." He smiled. "So, you do know you're oblivious, huh?"

“I don’t need the mystic arts to tell me that.” And I believed him. With all of my heart. Xaden didn’t turn me away like Father had warned. He wanted me. All of me. Third Person POV Omniscient Orenda Gorre was a household name within the capital walls of the Werewolf Kingdom. Many people were drawn to her, namely her mystical talent, her eccentric personality, and her close-to-perfect prophecies, which inspired a lot of talk. But, not one day following that fateful visit, her clients had another exciting reason to stir gossip.

“I go back and what we bury this shit, and then what, you're bloody hurt, incase you didn't notice, a bloody fucker put you there, do you want me to be docile and let it go?” My breath comes in shallow and angry and the first drip of blood comes as my nails finally cut through my palms, Oma looks at me her eyes as nonchalant as it could be. "You didn't listen to me the last time," she tells me. "Listen now, you didn't see his eyes, I did Orion, they were cold and hard, a dead blue, whoever they were, they were deadly calculative that is why if you truly feel the way you do I'm imploring you to put off the ego or whatever notions of defeat you have and go back Orion.”

But I perceived it. Oryn was also staying close to me. Not obviously. He wasn’t following me through the corridors or stationing himself outside my room. He was simply present in the spaces I occupied with a consistency that exceeded coincidence. The library in the morning. The east corridor in the afternoon. The main hall at meals. Watching. Not threateningly. Just watching. Which meant Riven had told him to. Which meant wherever Riven had gone, he’d considered the possibility that his absence created a gap in whatever protection he’d quietly arranged around me without ever calling it that.

I look away from him, the river suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world. "Most people only look at things you think are broken with that level of terrifying care if they're trying to decide if they're worth their time, fixing the damage." When the words leave my lips, I realize just how honest and emotionally revealing they are. Orvax is literally studying me now, like a puzzle piece he can't seem to piece together. I look up at him, expecting to find pity in his gaze. What I find there makes my stomach churn with anxiety. He looks at me with quiet understanding…like he is putting himself in my shoes.