Orange 7 Novels & Stories

The wind howled like a mourning widow. It swept through the hills of Clan Seven, sharp as a blade, carrying with it the scent of pine, frozen bark, and the stench of blood. Orion crouched low on the tree line, the crisp edge of winter biting at his bare forearms, but he welcomed the sting. Pain had long become a comfort, one of the few sensations he still trusted. Before him, a stretch of white snow lay untouched, serene. Except it was only an illusion; there was nothing serene about it.

Her pose was deliberately provocative. Julian suddenly entered the frame. "Like this..." His fingertips slowly brushed over her arm, then her shoulder, then down toward her collarbone. Light as feathers. Teasing. Vivian's face flushed. "Julian..." "Good." Julian praised her as he pressed the shutter. His throat moved uncontrollably. The phone burned my hand like a hot coal. I dropped it, stumbled into the bathroom, and vomited until there was nothing left. As if I could somehow vomit out all the disgust and revulsion in my chest.

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

“I am going to make some soup. If you don’t want to take bath, then come with me.” Areiza nodded in agreement. She leaned against the kitchen door, watching him busily preparing food. After a while, he pointed at the orange that he cut, and said, “I have cut some oranges for you. Enjoy.” The clean and crisp citrusy aroma of the orange made Areiza want to try it. It was deliciously sweet and sour, instantly soothing the discomfort in her stomach.

"The Alpha Lycan had a hybrid child with a witch. Her magic is orange and it doesn't hurt me. I was curious what it meant." "Orange is a strong magic. Although not pure like white magic, it can still be deadly and at times more powerful. The orange represents the mixture of her soul. Lycan red and witch white gives an orange hue to the child. It probably didn't hurt you because it came from someone so small and inexperienced. A full grown hybrid could be a different story. It would be best to stay away from this child and definitely don't anger it." She gave me a small nod then continue into the back.

He had just unleashed a word flood from Aleena. "It's not just the color, it's the whole orange. The scent, the flavor, the color, the fruit. Who names fruit a color? Who names a color after a fruit! It doesn't make any sense. The juice. Orange juice! There are these little leafy bits that get stuck between my teeth and they make me feel barfy," Aleena rambled on.

There were likely people who had reached the Earth Realm; he just hadn’t met them yet. “Are you okay?” Vital Orange asked seeing that Mane was nodding his head and opening his mouth. His words woke Mane up and he blushed slightly. He had forgotten where he was and ended up making a fool of himself. “Pardon my lack of decorum,” Mane apologized. Then he looked at Vital Orange and mumbled, “Status” Name: Vital Orange Age: 49 Physical Attributes – Strength: 7.9 Agility: 6.5 Stamina: 7.1

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“I’ve also been a lot and a lot weaker underneath this shit and damn orange light…” “There must be something we can do to erase this shit and damn orange light… We mustn’t lose… We must fight back…”

They were one. He didn’t give up hope; he had asked Allen for help. He knew he had connections everywhere, and he would definitely find him. 2 weeks did it take him. Two long weeks! But he was overjoyed now that Allen had finally called him and told him he had found him; he just stumbled almost to get to where he was. He wanted to see him again and wanted to apologize for his behavior that day. He felt guilty now that he was a few weeks further, and he now understood how the boy must have felt. Allen had informed him about his name, age, school, and where he lived. He had followed him for a week to get all the information Sebestian wanted, and now Sebestian was here to find him himself. He l