Orion Myth Novels & Stories

Just a week and a half later, on the tenth of June, he carved his bloody warpath to Lousianna. I dropped the book as I read the words blessed wolf. Orion’s mother was a blessed wolf; no wonder this became a secret. Leto had been hunted down because of her bond with the moon goddess. Clearly, Orion was just trying to protect Rose, and I was pouting like a toddler because I was out of the loop when my own mate didn’t even know. I walked slowly towards Brigid’s cabin; my feet felt like they were trudging through a muddy swamp. I had always caught on quickly to everything, but I felt like I was lost behind in the dust right now.

Tristan's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as he approached Orion. "Father, remember the mission you entrusted to me? Controlling the Lunar Guardian?" Orion's expression turned introspective, recalling the task. "Ah, yes... I knew it was crucial, but I never imagined..." Tristan's smile broadened, pride shining through. "Allow me to present the Lunar Guardian, my mate, Athena." Athena stepped forward, her elegance and poise commanding attention. Orion's eyes widened in awe. "The goddess has smiled upon us," Orion whispered, his gaze shifting between Tristan and Athena. "You've not only secured the Lunar Guardian but also found love."

Orion watched his friend's grim manner return. The tide was changing. Persephone and their father had encouraged him to sire Caramia and complete the matebond, telling him to bring her about so they could be properly introduced. Caramia would become an adopted sister to her so Orion wasn't quite certain how she'd react.

In a single birth she brought forth five lines of blood: the blood of the high gods, the blood of dragons, the blood of the elves, and the weakest yet rarest of all, the twin starblood that ran in Orson and me. On the day we were born, the star sea collapsed, and a rift in the universe tore open the ancestral court of the gods. All five bloodlines in our mother's womb were nearly swallowed together. If no one made a sacrifice, our three older siblings would all die. So Orson and I gave up the divine power in our blood, and poured it into their fates. They lived. They became the three strongest elders the gods had ever known. And Orson and I became two ruined bloods.

Matt bluntly asked Nisha. “It’s quite the tragic story.” Nisha glanced over at the fur ball with a sad look on her face. “Long, long ago, there was a man called Icarius. He was traveling when he met some shepherds and gave them wine. He did it out of the kindness of his heart. However, the shepherds became drunk and thought Icarius had poisoned them, so they killed him. Icarius had a daughter named Erigone, and she was worried when her father didn’t return and set off with their dog Maera to find him. Maera led Erigone to Icarius’ grave. Erigone became so overwhelmed with grief that she hung herself, and Maera leaped off a cliff. Icarius, Erigone, and Maera are in the sky as the constellatio

Ooh, I felt so good around him! “I’m not Miall,” he said, slowly walking toward me; he smirked as I stepped back. Why did he have Miall’s face, and so hot? “Then who are you?” I suddenly felt like I couldn’t move; what was happening? “I’m Orion, god of Lycans,” he stared down at me with a huge cocky smile. “And you must be mia nwananga.”

Author's pov Orni stirred in her sleep feeling sun rays all over her eyes. Feeling something soft under her, she realised that she was laying on a soft & comfy bed. Her eyes got shot open when she remembered Roman & Rion. Opening her eyes she looked at her surroundings and of course, it was an unfamiliar room. Looking outside through the window she only saw a vast ocean in front of her. It didn't take a long time for her to realize that this place is an island.

Az complained, earning a well aimed hit to the chest from me. "Okay okay... Let's talk after settling down somewhere." Uncle suggested, leading us to the sofa. "So... You owe us an explanation." After I cuddled comfortably between her and Az, my mother said, looking straight at uncle. "Fine. But first... I think I need to introduce myself properly to these two kids." He said after agreeing with my mother and we sharpened our ears, eager to know the reason behind us being kidnapped. "I'm Orion. The first male hunter of moon goddess's huntresses and the best hunter of all time." He introduced, perking my attention to its full notch.

Oranges, no, grapes, no, breadfruit, no, Pomegranate, yes. My trifecta Gold Apple, Pear and a pomegranate. “I have made my choices,” I yell out. “Eat of your choices and prepare for the fight. Once you beat the beast at the gate Jove will heal your mortal body. Fail and you must wait 10,000 years to try again,” the goddess tells me. “Well by then those I am fighting to get to will be here, so,” I shrug. This is my only shot. Jove-Eat the pomegranate first.

“You don’t know me. And I don’t know you. But what I do know is that the Blood Moon is coming, and with it, war.” Raynor’s gaze snapped to hers, narrowing. "What do you know of the Blood Moon?" She didn’t answer right away, instead glancing down at her wrist, where the faint glow of her mark shimmered in the firelight. “There’s a prophecy," Erin said quietly. “A prophecy about someone who can awaken the Wolf God. The Moon’s Orphan. The Silverblood.” Raynor’s eyes widened in recognition. The Silverblood. His blood ran cold. “You—” His voice faltered for a moment. “You think that’s me?”