Orange 7 Novels & Stories

“These are used to determine a mage’s aptitude for magic.” He went under one of the wide trunks and reached out to a low hanging red orb. It looked like a small upside-down fish bowl. As soon as Damien touched it, it began to glow faintly and give a sweet tinkling sound. “Red is the most resistant.” said the groundskeeper. “Purple comes next, then blue, green, yellow and orange as the most sensitive to magic.” he went over to an orange orb and breathed on it. The orb gave a high pitched tinkle, a small web-like crack forming around it. “As you can see, even a little magic can easily break it.”

“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…”

In its place is a pixie cut. Short. Choppy. And so aggressively, blindingly, violently orange that for a full second my brain simply refuses to accept it as real. Not auburn. Not copper. Orange. The specific, saturated, electric orange of a traffic cone, of a Halloween pumpkin, of something that exists to be seen from a very significant distance. I grab a handful of the short, bright strands and pull—just enough to confirm it’s attached, that it’s real, that this is actually happening and I’m not still asleep.

I laughed and placed a kiss on Janes' hand as we walked. "I can't lie or keep stuff to myself, Sebastian." He explained. "Sebastian Enits and Mark Heed, what a pleasant surprise. I don't recall ever meeting you dear, which council member do you walk behind?" The head of the council, Silva greeted. She was dressed in completely white. Each council member had their own signature colour, which was also the colour of their eyes. Enits is blue while Heed is gold. All members are female, except for Dakel (red) which is Heed's brother.

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.

They are actually having this conversation as if I'm not there. Whatever, I don't care, I just need my fix. Liam hands me a small transparent packet containing what I can only guess to be exactly what I need right now. Coke. "Are we good now?" He asks insincerely. "Good." He says before I say anything. "Can you go now?" "Thanks!" I can barely contain my excitement. "Yeah yeah," he says dismissively. "Now go blow some shit you crazy bitch." Oh I plan on it, I'm going to get so fucked up tonight.

she returned, shrugging in a matter-of-fact expression. Dennis seemed to think about the fact for some seconds, very concerned. Just then, his tablet buzzed and he groaned. "The team from the facility just confirmed that something was taken," he said. "Item 13." A picture of a large, black, seemly plastic containment box marked Item 13 on the side popped up on the screen alongside some strings of letters and numbers Megan couldn't interpret. "What is it exactly?" she asked. "Unfortunately, that information is above your clearance, Miss Months," he replied, "but what I can tell you is that Item 13 out of Olympus's hands is a very, very bad development." He groaned again.

comes a strong distraction, Alpha Andrews sister, the humblest person she’d ever seen. “yes what’s up?” Charlie asked her hand constantly on her backpack. “I saw you ogling that wierdo” Charlie looks at her, her stare making Camilla cringe, and move few steps backward. “I don’t think he is a wierdo” she dismisses Camilla’s words. “yeah whatever” Immediately they both come out and get hit by the sun, they squint, the immediate effect of the sun making them cover their eyes with their hands. “urggh I hate the sun” says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach.

Rain POV: "So how was it?" Owen asks, sitting down next to me on the couch, with a bowl of fruit. "What is he talking about?" I think to myself and look at him confused, but when he points to where his shoulder and neck meet and I see his mate mark, I understand what he is talking about. "It was good, he was sweet and gentle," I say looking down and feeling my cheeks get hotter, and I know that I am blushing. "Really? Rex, sweet and gentle? I never would've thought that he could be like that" he says with a look of surprise on his face and pops a fruit in his mouth.

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.