Orion Starseed Traits Novels & Stories

that reflected no starlight. "We have forty-eight hours before the oceans begin to freeze to the bed," Elara warned, her breath visible in the command center. "The Trinity-Core is protecting our existence, but it can’t provide energy. We are a perfect, invisible, dying marble." The Overseer’s Last Gift: The Stellar-Seed Leo emerged from the Resonance Tank, his skin glowing with a faint, bioluminescent silver. In his hands, he carried the Stellar-Seed—the crystalline jar given to him by the Overseer refugees in Chapter 85.

"You think so?" "I do. She's strong, capable, and deeply loyal to her people. Those are rare qualities." Helena's gaze was knowing. "She's also terrified, though she'd rather die than admit it. Just like you” "I'm not terrified." His mother's smile was gentle. "What would you call it, then?" Orion didn't answer or rather couldn't answer. Because the truth was complicated and messy and involved admitting that the prospect of marrying Princess Adrienne didn't fill him with quite as much dread as it should. Which was its own kind of problem.

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

She says while chuckling. "Orion, their brother, whom you haven't met yet. His eyes are ruby." She says with her eyebrow raised like she is testing me. "So, Orion's vampire gene is stronger than his werewolf and witch gene?!" I answer sort of confidentially. "Yes. You're catching on quite quickly!" She says clapping her hands. "Okay, this flower is near death so we're going to practice on this flower bed." She says while pointing. I look up to notice a beautiful flower bed in the center of their woods. It might be dying but it's still nonetheless beautiful in its own dark way.

“It seems you are the one who is wet, Tristan.” He stared at me and then swam toward the dock with forceful strokes, shield abandoned in the water. “Magic will only take you so far,” he growled. Alpha Orion wants you to become a warrior, not a glowing beacon in the shield wall that everyone will try to kill.” “You think I want to be a figurehead?” I demanded. “You think I asked to be named in a seer’s prophecy? I was going about my life when you galloped into it and tore it to shreds.”

Orion, however, saw the darkening of his pupils, the shadow of sickening thoughts. Revulsion churned within him, mingled with rage. He was not only angry at Bellinor but more at himself. He had seen all, yet done nothing. Orion focused on this wrath, letting the emotions bubble in his being. Suddenly, a ray of blue ice burst from his hands, streaking toward Adorus. The Sun God burned it away effortlessly, not even flinching. A grin touched his lips. “Ah. You have found your spark at last. We are finished here.”

"She’s the key. The one who can break the curse. The solution we have been looking for. If you have a child with her, that child will carry power like no other. It will make you the strongest Alpha to ever live." He stopped and looked at me hard. "Kian, that girl is your goldmine...our gold mine . You must let go of any distraction. I have big plans for you. But you must do this first." I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry. "But how are you sure it's even her?" I asked. He paced the room, his fingers slowly rubbing his chin, then he finally spoke, "the seer had already seen it, and all the signs during her transformation were what he had pointed out."

he paused, “it is unusual.” “Unusual how?” questioned Damien. Orion stood up and began pacing the study. He looked uncomfortable and afraid at the same time. “Some of them are men with high moral inclinations and traditional beliefs. They are not the type to listen to Alira, they are loyal to my mother and to me, but lately…” he stopped and looked at us, “lately, their loyalty has shifted and last night…” he paused again and for a moment I thought he was going to say nothing more until he said, “someone dropped this in my plate.”

He saw a stranger where his mate should be, a ghost where a person used to be. Orion, ever the strategist, studied me with a cold, detached intensity. He was not looking at a person. He was looking at a power source, a tactical advantage, a threat. He would scribble notes in a leather-bound journal, trying to make sense of the magic, to categorize it, to find a way to control it. He saw the queen, not the woman he had sworn to protect. He saw an equation, and he couldn't solve it.

As a consolation price, I did write two more chapters of The Luna’s Prophecy that I wrote a few nights ago. so chapter 2 and 3. they're still drafts, and things might change. but for now, I'm thinking of Orion to be mixed race. I haven't decided what race, though, lol. but not completely white, and in my head, he kind of looks like Chris Brown or Zayn from One direction. this tattooed guy, with a nose piercing. but tall and muscular. I am trying to find the perfect picture, but I am unsuccessful until now. so maybe once I do publish the story, I'll change the way he looks.