Orion Stories Novels & Stories

“All right, all right, no tears,” Jesse says while he laughs, sitting and wrapping an arm around Midnight’s shoulders and tugging her close. “So, we’re doing this? Fortune telling or…whatever?” Orion sighs, looking around and then heaving a big shrug of his wide shoulders. “I mean, if you’re all good with it, so am I.” Midnight nods quite firmly, wiping at her cheek and Orion leans down to pick up the rolled map of the Underworld that he dropped by the side of the chair. Jesse leans forward as Orion unrolls it, curious.

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She wasn't mad at him though, more like mad at the universe, it was as if they were hinting her that Orion has his real family now and he could never be part of theirs anymore. Orion tried to reschedule but April gave an excuse, he had no choice but to give up on it for the time being. The weekend went by and it was the beginning of another week again. The new week went by again without anything interesting happening, April maintained the usual moderate interaction with Orion and whenever he brought up having another studio appointment scheduled, she would come with an excuse. Sunday came and Orion came for dinner as usual. His birthday, which is by the weekend was brought up and he told the

I try to breathe in shallow breaths through my mouth but it only helps a little. New Moon doesn’t have a problem with rogues, although sometimes one of the neighbouring packs will ask grandpa for assistance and he will send four or five warriors to help defend their borders. He never sent me, always saying that I have better things to focus on. I know he was only trying to protect me, but now... I guess he has decided I’m ready to face the reality of the darkest side of our people.

though I knew by now it was really confusion. Orion sat in his wheelchair, aiming a small toy gun at a paper target: a truly awful drawing of something that resembled a sharp-toothed worm. He was missing every shot, but a huge grin lit up his face. I was starting to get used to Orion’s ridiculousness. He was unlike any mermaid I’d heard of. Merfolk were supposed to be regal. Enigmatic. Ethereal. Orion was... none of that. He was loud, silly, and utterly unbothered.

he replied, his tone deep but firm. I blinked. "Excuse me?" Orion crouched and began driving tent stakes into the ground as if he'd never done anything else. "It's no good putting up two. Don't worry, I'll not bite you in your sleep." I scoffed. "You should worry about me stabbing you in your sleep, bite does have a certain romance about it." "In that case," he said softly, with a quick glance up before looking down again. "Then we'll sleep back to back.".

"The Ironclaw Titans are a physical, heavy-hitting team. They aren't here to play a clean skating game. They are going to try to bully us along the boards. They are going to try to rattle our rookies. Orion, you control the center. Lucian, you use your elite speed to split their defensemen." I nodded, but my eyes automatically flicked toward the end of the bench. Orion was sitting perfectly still, his massive 6'3" frame looking like a mountain of pure, unyielding muscle. He was already fully geared, his dark visor down, obscuring his icy blue eyes. The thick, commanding scent of his crushed cedar wood pheromones was heavy in the air, a familiar protective blanket that usually calmed my nerve

🕰️ Orion looked terrified. “Listen carefully.” “The memories you’ve seen…” “Most of them never happened.” 😱 The river exploded. Black water covered the sky. 💥 Ilyaan stepped backward. His entire body felt cold. 💔 “What?” Orion pointed toward the horizon. 🌑 Countless memories floated there. Thousands of them. Millions. ⚡ Then one by one… They started changing. 😨 A happy memory became a tragic one. A tragic memory became a happy one.

“Come here.” He sat back on the seat. I settled between his legs, my back against his chest, his arms around my waist. The bike beneath us still warm from the ride. He pointed up. I followed his finger. “Orion.” The constellation tattooed on his shoulder. Three stars in a belt. The hunter in the sky. I’d traced it with my fingers so many times I could draw it blind. “Tell me the story again.” His chin on my shoulder. His breath warm against my ear. “Orion was a hunter who loved so hard the gods put him in the sky so he’d never be alone.”

The Blood Moon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the land. Its light seemed to pulse with the weight of ancient power, the sky painted in crimson and gold as the stars disappeared beneath its shadow. Raynor stood at the edge of the Frostfang Peaks, looking out over the vast expanse of the land. The clans were scattered, divided, broken by years of bloodshed and war, but he knew—this was the moment they would either be healed or destroyed.