Orfeo Novels & Stories

And how he loved his wild wolf in deshelved hairs. Benjamin was looking at Noah with calculative predatory eyes. Pinning Noah's open palms under his knees he bend down to bite on Noah's lips. And the gasp was enough for him to plunge his tongue inside. He was tasting every nook and corner of the heavenly tasting mouth with his tongue before moving down. He bite Noah's ear lobe, pressing a bold hickey under his ear. At the crook of his neck. He bit his shoulders hard leaving a perfect arc.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

his green eyes began to change colour as his voice dropped an octave. He leaned down, his face merely centimetres from mine. His pointy nose was pressed against my small, broad, button nose, "all you have to do is say so, my Aphrodite," he whispered as he placed his face in the crook of my neck, taking in a long whiff before I felt his cold tongue running along my skin.

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

We'll be there in 15 minutes. “I caught you, Romeo” – Orfeus says, thinking that the warriors were going to catch his brother and his companion. With a big smile, he doesn't let the warriors out of his sight, and when they get into two cars, he swears. “Fuck. I can't run after cars when the lights are still on. I cannot be seen by humans. Looking everywhere, he sees a convertible, and immediately gets in, makes a direct connection, as he learned with his halfbloods friends, and takes off, following them.

His voice was large and deep, echoing through the wind. "Who are you?" asked Leon. "I heard from the whisper of the wind that you are looking for Hesperides. You will definitely want to kill Medusa,” he said again. "What's your business!" exclaimed Claire irritably. “I am Notus, God of the South Wind. I will not allow you to visit Hera's orchid garden! The south is my rule!" he exclaimed. The wind blew so hard that Claire and Leon's bodies were almost lifted off the ground. The two of them clung to the trunk of the nearest tree.

My words seem to register with Hector as he sniffs the air, his eyes flashing with anger to my arm. “You touched my Luna?” Hector is by my side in a flash, his hand ripping me to his side. His growl is unworldly, which is mirrored by his own Father. “I’m sure..” Orpehus tries to diffuse the spiralling confrontation, but he doesn’t understand the bad blood between us all. “Get them out of here Orpheus before I make Than an orphan as well as mate-less.” His threat even shakes me to my core, as his aura darkens.