Orion Starseed Traits Novels & Stories

And with one decisive stroke, she severed his life, releasing a pulse of dark magic that dissipated into stardust. As Malrick’s form crumbled, Selene stood taller. The final thread of Orion’s darkness had been cut. Her people cheered—not in bloodlust, but in relief. The last of the past had been laid to rest. Callista approached, placing a glowing crystal in Selene’s hands. “This,” she said, “is the Seed of Starlight. It is time to seal the realms.” Selene nodded and walked to the sacred altar at the center of the Citadel—the very place where the Moonborn prophecy had first been written. She placed the Seed at its heart and began to chant in the ancient tongue.

"Even when I couldn't know who I was searching for, I knew something was missing. Someone. And it's you—" I shattered under his intense gaze. My weakness had been always 'him' - the love I had for him had been my greatest weakness. Yes, Orion had been bloodthirsty. A conqueror who had laid waste to rival packs and territories. But he had also been mine. Devoted to me in ways that defied description. The fiercest warrior of his age, who would kneel only before me. The ruthless Alpha who had shown tenderness only in our private moments. And I had loved him. Goddess help me, I had loved him with a passion that consumed everything in its path.

Orion replied calmly, “but not here. Too many powerful people would detect her false scent. Besides, she knows I'm here. She wouldn't risk it.” Angela smiled. Kesha’s insecurity around Orion’s powers had always been obvious. If anyone could challenge her magic, it was him. “And what special ability do you have?” Orion grinned. “A nose for danger and teleportation.” She gasped. “You can teleport?” Instantly, she remembered how Damon had vanished into the woods through teleport. “That's an incredible power.” “Only when used wisely,” Orion warned. “Otherwise, it can take you some dangerous places too.”

Orion said, turning me around so I could look into his beautiful eyes filled with concern. “I can’t solely blame the prophecy for what happened. Even if the seer made a comment about one of our kids’ destinies, I would still give them a choice. All the training I went through, no social life. It was insane how much time I spent learning to be a luna.” “And in the meantime, I had no training when I started.” Orion joked. “Yeah, but we still made it work. I don’t think a job requires you to train this hard from a young age. Kids should be able to be kids, despite their rank or whatever the seer saw.”

“And he is stronger than you.” Orion suddenly pushed himself forward. “I know how to seal it,” he shouted. We all stared at him. “What,” I cried. “The Crown Spirit is tied to blood and regret,” he said. “It feeds on guilt. On pain. On broken promises.” Lucian snarled. “Speak faster.” Orion looked at me. Tears filled his eyes. “It is tied to me,” he said. “To my death. To your pain. To his fear.” My hands trembled.

She says and I nod, not wanting to interrupt her as I listen to her. “This is has never happened before. One Oracle soul being split between two different species. Oracles are special to the Sirens, not so much other species. Plus, it is new that an oracle will be part male.” I nod as I listen. I know this Asteria said Charlie is special as he is the first male oracle. “You want to know what to look out for as she comes into her power?” She chuckles at me.

"It's not just a key. It holds power, I can feel it." She slowly approached, every sense on alert. As her hand hovered over the orb, it began to pulsate, emitting a harmonious sound. Liora's eyes widened. "It's... singing to me." Suddenly, the orb levitated, and the room was bathed in a radiant light. Images started to appear around them — memories of Liora's ancestors, their trials and tribulations, and the legacy they left behind. Orion looked around, captivated. "These are your memories, Liora. Your lineage."

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.

Leonidas stared at the male, for the first time since he had met him and actually did an analysis on him. Orion had platinum blonde hair with light blue eyes, heart shaped face and a blank face, his body scrawny, more than him if that was even possible and he was extremely beautiful to behold. One look at him and all one would think were three words. Beauty. Elegance. Grace. Plus, his personality was impeccable. He knew the right words to say and when to say them, and though he was not exactly the type of person that was funny or sensitive, he was the sort of person Leonidas needed at his side currently.

The years passed gently for the Vale family. The storms of the past became stories. The fears became memories. The obsessions became laughter. And the lonely people they once were became something else entirely. A family. A loud, chaotic, loving family. At seventeen years old, Orion Vale had become everything his parents secretly hoped he would be. And somehow much more. He inherited Lyra's warm golden eyes, eyes that made people trust him immediately. From Arsen, he inherited his height, his sharp features, his calm confidence, and the intimidating aura that appeared whenever he became serious.