Orion Sirius Novels & Stories

Before she could say anything though, another knock sounded against the chamber doors. Orion stepped inside. And for half a second the entire room went silent. Black formal leathers fitted sharply across his frame beneath silver embroidery worked subtly into the collar and sleeves while dark fur rested along the edges of his winter cloak. His hair had been pushed back neatly, exposing the sharp lines of his face beneath warm candlelight. Selene’s brain stopped functioning for a second. Evangeline noticed instantly. “Oh this is unbearable,” she sighed dramatically. Sable looked toward Orion once before muttering, “Annoyingly intimidating.” Orion ignored all of them. His gaze found Selene imme

in my chest, sending a sharp, burning pain right through my heart. “Oh my goodness!” I yelled to the wall, imagining the Moon Goddess standing before me. I gasped, tapping my stomach continuously as a feat began to stir deeply in me. I wanted to look away, but his gaze held my water-dripping eyes tight. "I am here to fulfill my duty," I finally forced out my shaky voice. My efforts was to sound strong before him as his Luna. "My pack will pay the tribute… I will attend the meetings.""You will do just exactly as I tell you," Orion corrected me, his voice cold as she stopped just a few steps away from me. He reached me slowly, towering over my own small frame, his broad shoulders entirely blo

“Something’s changing.” He wasn’t talking about Serena. He was looking at the boys. Fenrir had closed his eyes. The silver symbols beneath his feet were glowing brighter. Across from him Orion suddenly gasped. His own markings answered. Different. Fenrir’s light spread in powerful lines like the roots of an old tree. Orion’s flowed gently like moonlight dancing across water. The two powers reached toward one another. The instant they touched— The entire sanctuary roared. A deafening sound exploded beneath the mountain.

With a trembling hand, I pushed it open. The next second, I was struck by lightning. On the sofa, Sienna was straddling Orion, wearing nothing but his white silk shirt. Only two buttons were fastened. His hands were clamped on her waist, their bodies tangled together. I could hear them. Sienna’s breathy moans. Orion’s low groans.

"Liora is the true Alpha of this little family." "What about my position?" Orion asks, his small brows pulling together as he looks up at me. "You are the second in command," I tell him, keeping my face totally serious. Orion drops his shoulders, looking completely annoyed by the ranking. "Why do I have to take the lower spot? I am her older brother." "Then you tell me right now, are you ready to admit to your mother what you did wrong with the computer lines?" "..." Orion shuts his lips tight, turning his head away because he can't believe my wolf is still holding onto that bone.

she vowed, squeezing his hand tightly. That evening, as the night sky turned a deep, velvet black, Orion led Aiden out onto the high, flat palace roof. The glittering stars stretched endlessly above them like a blanket of diamonds. Leo sat quietly beside the young prince, his silver form shifting with the soft night breeze. "Look very carefully over there, Aiden," Orion said, pointing his long silver staff toward a specific cluster of seven exceptionally bright stars that formed the distinct shape of a leaping wolf. "Do you see them clearly?"

I scoffed and waited for the pain to come but it never did. “What are you doing here Orion?” I turned at the same time Orion turned and saw Bryan standing there with a murderous look in his eyes. How much had he heard? “Brother, I was just leaving,” Orion replied calmly as he stood with his hands in his pockets. “It doesn't look like it. Why did you decide to finally tell her about the mate bond?” He asked and I stared at him. He knew? Of course he knew. Orion shrugged. “I thought it was about time.” Then he turned to look at me. “Goodbye Ciara, I wish you all the happiness you deserve.”

Because if I didn’t keep space between us… If I let myself fall into the pull he still had over me… I was terrified I’d break all over again. After what felt like an entire lifetime standing outside in the cold, the door finally opened. Orion stepped out, looking like he belonged on the cover of some luxury magazine. He wore a dark three-piece suit that fit him like it was made just for him—which it probably was. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower, pushed back neatly, and he didn’t spare me even a glance. One of his guards pulled up the car—a sleek black Lamborghini that shimmered under the morning sun. The engine purred softly, like something dangerous.

I saw the way she watched the wolf. Her own wolf was drawn to him, her twin’s aura surged as she watched my youngest son’s wolf take its first form. The small smirk she wore had my blood run cold, she waved off my worries with an eye roll. Tartarus was a huge black wolf with a gold crescent moon on his forehead and gold eyes. Orion thought I was worrying too much that he was born to rule that army for his brother. Orion touches my hand pulling me from my inner thoughts of our son and his wolf. He has a slight frown on his face, so I offer him a small smile.

Orion's was larger still, his coat a storm-grey that shimmered silver under the moonlight, his eyes glowing like molten steel. For a heartbeat, they circled each other, two predators bound by pride and history. Then the air exploded with violence. They collided mid-lunge, snarls ripping through the clearing as claws slashed and fangs tore. Snow sprayed beneath their large paws, streaked with blood. Iver struck first, his powerful jaws locking onto Orion's shoulder, driving him back with a growl that echoed through the fields. Orion's claws raked across his side, tearing fur and flesh, but Iver held fast. He drove his weight forward, forcing Orion into the snow, his fangs sinking deeper into