Orfeo Novels & Stories

He doesn't know who is right in front of him that he's been threatening. “I wonder how you would manage to fight for the four of us?” I said, “He was a half-snake, Orfeo He may have had the power of poison or something. Don't underestimate him” Zack mumbled.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

***** [THIRD PERSON's POV] “Headmaster, two of the orphans named Nowo and Moha were both heading to the underground.” Those words I've just heard drew my attention. I turned around and began to face the guy named Arphen— the son of Arges, a cyclops— and Placid, the daughter of Aphrodite and Zeus. He has the ability to track down the whereabouts of the orphans by casting a magic spell on their key necklaces. “Let them be. There's no way they could escape this world anytime sooner,” I responded to him. “Please pardon me, Headmaster. But how sure are you about that? You knew the kind of ability they both have.”

Immediately my eyes landed on the mirror in front of us. I turned around and marked it all over my back again. It looked like someone had hit me with a belt or something more powerful, but I didn’t remember that something like that ever happened to me and my mom confirmed that same. Mom said that I was born with these marks on my back, but still, sometimes I get a blurry memory of a little girl getting beaten by someone badly. I shook my head, pushing that thought away because it was not but a part of my imagination. I had a lot of things to focus on right now. Especially the fact that I recently discovered Clara was having an affair with Orpheus, who used to be a Vampire-Lycan hybrid until

Reginald Morel. “It’s okay, Patrice,” Prof. Althea assured him. “He’s in good hands.” “A-are you sure, Prof. Althea?” Johan called from the group next to theirs. It looks as if he’s ready to run towards his friend Dorin. “Yes. The high oracle, Pan Phineas, was once a Heilig prince,” she explained. He is a descendant of the thunder gods, and is the only person in the whole empire who could teach Dorin to control his inborn powers.”

So instead of a god, he sought a lamb. Far from Olympus, beneath the heavy, golden sunlight of Troy’s distant hills, a shepherd prince slept beneath an olive tree, entirely unaware that fate had already marked his soul. Paris. The abandoned son of a king. The child spared from death. The man destined to bring a world to ruin. The air suddenly grew thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and crushed roses. When Paris opened his eyes, the mountain slopes trembled. Four divine figures stood before him, casting shadows that felt like a physical weight against his chest.

Olivia’s POV: Jack and I were pairs for this so called ‘adventure’. We went north of the lake house, meaning we had to cross the lake. There was a wooden bridge away from the house at the east side. I held Jack’s hand as we crossed the bridge. My heart beat was fast. “If I die, Jack, tell Ronny I love him very much and tell my parents I love them too. Oh, make sure you tell mother I was the one who stole her velvet dress the day she had to attend the gala”

she says "Where did he get this army" I say "he married Queen Kutrix Rukotl, queen of the Holy Roman Kingdom and descendant of the Queen of the Roman gods Juno and so they are aiding him they haven't been around as long as us but there relations to there gods aren't as far as us so alot of their citizens are stronger than us it's not looking great that being said they don't have the best strategists and we have some descendants of Athena so our chances aren't to bad if we come up with a great strategy we also have you on our side and you are currently the strongest demigoddess alive" says General Oris

The Heart Chamber fell into complete silence. No one moved. No one breathed. The man remained on one knee, his head bowed in respect. “My name is Orion.” His voice was calm, worn by centuries of hardship. “I am the son of King Alaric and Queen Selene.” Lucian’s grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. “Stand up.” Orion obeyed. As he rose, everyone noticed the strange markings on his wrists. Ancient silver chains were fused into his skin, glowing faintly beneath the surface.

Chapter Fifteen: Bite him in the wings He was not walking or running, he was flying. His dark black wings moved perfectly as he flew in the sky. The wind in the sky and his fast fly rate made it impossible for me to open my eyes. The mark was paining extremely hard, I could almost hear my pulse. And then I heard it. I heard a voice inside me. 'Pearl bite him hard in the wings.' It was Ozymandius. I could hear him. He was extremely furious.