Orion Sirius Novels & Stories

They needed each other like she and Orion did. First, they needed to get through check out then they would be free from the confines of the ton for a little while. Orion was a high standing politician in vampire society. He could never truly leave the ton while he held that position. She couldn't wonder what their life would be like if he did vacate his position.

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

I laugh too, thinking that perhaps the wine is going to my head a bit. “All right, as fun as it is to consider Anton’s mysterious origins, and how pretty he is as a wolf,” Orion says, leaning back to peer around pavilion’s roof and ascertain the location of the moons in the sky. “I think it’s time to do that divination. Moons are right, and if we wait much longer they’ll be out of sorts again.” “Ohhh!” Laila coos, clasping her hands beneath her chin, excited. “Yes, let’s do it!”

“Sirius, I’m not trying to throw cold water on you here, but Orion is also organizing his art exhibition on that day, and he’s a very famous artist. Shouldn’t we lay low?” Sirius blinked before he chuckled. “Ginnie, think. Couldn’t I be Orion?” On the day of the art exhibition, Ginnie found herself seeing her art displayed alongside Orion’s pieces. She pinched her thigh. She had admired Orion’s art for many years and had spoken online to Orion as Howard’s student. Who would have thought that the famous artist was not some middle-aged man but was Sirius, the man who was practically stuck to her side 24/7?! Was the destiny that bound her to Sirius that strong?

I mean look at me I hardly come up to his chest , don't get me wrong I have had many men interested in me but they were more than wanting me as i was undefeated in the cage . Orion is a god , his scent alone is pure Alpha he smells of sandalwood and vanilla . His hair is so thick and curly , it always shines . I find myself wanting to touch it , I smile to myself . It's his eyes that get me. They look at me like he can see my soul with those bright green incredible eyes . I sat and daydreamed for another ten minutes then made up my mind.

This time, it might truly be forever. Marcus limped to my side. "Luna… was that really…" "Yes," I choked out. "That was Kaelen. Though changed by the shadow power, at the last moment, he found himself again. For us, for Orion." Orion, in my arms, looked up at the sky, his small hand pointing at the Blood Moon. "Daddy..." I looked up, surprised to see that the surface of the Blood Moon seemed to form an outline – vaguely like the silhouette of a wolf.

You'll find a beautiful woman and have a dozen little giants running around. Orion didn't pull away. He listened attentively, his eyes never leaving Noah’s face. This was their ritual. Noah would spill his heart out, talking about his "crush" on a man who didn't deserve him, dreaming of a life that Orion was already planning to give him, just not with Marcus. "I don't want a dozen giants, Noah," Orion murmured, his hand sliding up from Noah’s thigh to the curve of his waist, pulling him just an inch closer. "I only want what’s mine."

And it was here that she had confessed her plan last fall. Like Celeste’s other siblings, Sirius had reddish brown hair and green eyes. He stood a little over six and a half feet with about four inches between them. They both had athletic builds and tanned skin. Sirius wore running shoes, black basketball shorts and a gray tank top. His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm.

We have a huge arena that spans the whole of our territory, with plenty enough space for the crowd, a great meal and entertainment facilities for the wolves, a place to groom themselves and a place where they can meet people that they like. Everyone looks excited as different packs arrived, The Everinel pack of the South, Omigordion pack of the East, Silverius pack of West. These are all smaller packs, compare to our thousands of pack members, the count of the other packs are less than two hundred. Once their mate is found and united, the mates from other packs who are mated to ours can choose to stay in our pack or leave with their mates, sometimes it takes them days to decide if they will