Orphan Black Novel Novels & Stories

They both had. I curled into myself, sobs wracking my body as seventeen years of believing I was unwanted crashed down around me. I wasn't Iris Delta, the orphan no one wanted. I was Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alphas, heir to a murdered pack. I had been loved beyond measure. The weight of this truth crushed me even as it set something free inside my chest. I cried for the parents I couldn't remember, for the life that had been stolen from me, for the years spent believing I was nothing when I had always been something precious.

It had been a land that once belonged to him — and would again. His fiery eyes, blazing with rage, swept the horizon. Jason Frostwood and Fiona Ashford believed they had won. They had rejoiced at their small victory, convinced they had shattered his grip of his forces. But they didn’t know the depths of his vengeance. They hadn’t come to understand that Orin Blackclaw was no mere hunt and kill and forget rogue. No. He was a storm, poised to blow them all into chaos.

She was a shadow in every story, a silence in every answer. And now Vale had spoken her name like it was a weapon. I pressed my forehead to my knees, breathing shallow. Blackthorne wasn’t a school. It was a hunting ground. And I was the prey.

Before I believed him. The phone rang again. I rejected it. Again. And again. And again. Finally, I powered the device off completely. Silence returned. This time, it felt permanent. I sat on my couch and stared out the window. The rain continued falling outside. Hours passed. The city grew darker. My thoughts grew heavier. By midnight, one truth became impossible to ignore. Everything had changed. I was pregnant. I was alone. And Ethan Blackwood was no longer part of my future.

Onyx was an AI. A purple light came out of the gate. It went over Iris’s car. It went over her face. It looked at her eyes. It looked at her skin. Iris sat very still. She was hiding a big secret. Her real name was not Iris Thorne. Her real name was Iris Blackwood. Her brother, Julian, was lost. He had been gone for a long time. She thought Silas Vane knew where he was. If the computer found out she was a Blackwood, she might get in big trouble. "You may come in," Onyx said.

Being Damon Thorne’s “girlfriend” lasted exactly three hours before I realized something important. Blackthorn didn’t just notice things. It fed on them. Every hallway I walked through, every class I entered, eyes followed me, whispers trailing behind like shadows. That’s her. Damon’s girlfriend. The scholarship girl. I kept my head down, gripping my books tighter. Invisible. That was the plan. Now? I was the topic. And I hated it. “Hey.”

Life is not a fairy tale. Life is hard and painful. It is dark and empty. And maybe it's a Fairy Tale for most people, maybe it is happy and always sunny, but that's not the case for me. Who am I? Well, my name is Rain. I have no last name, just Rain. I'm an orphaned witch in the Blue River werewolf pack. I always wondered what my parents were like and why they abandoned me in a wolf pack, of all places. Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? Are they even still alive? I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me.

“I have tolerated you for far too long. But know that you hold no power over me. You are far beneath me on the power hierarchy and I will be damned if I let a scum like you treat me any less. I told you before that I am Kiara Khorne but what I forgot to add was that I am the only daughter of Lord Khorne. The Lord of Battle and immortal fury. So, do not tempt me because I might just be obliged to fry your ass with utter most delight jerk face” “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Alpha River cried out in fury “Well I am not… I am not staying here with you. The supposed library my uncle built is actually my new home that you and every high ranked member in this room is banned from entering until I

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

The woman who, according to village whispers, once worked for the Blackwell family… and vanished decades ago. I touched the cover. It was cold—unlike the warm board above it. Opening it, the first page was covered in tight, slanted handwriting in black ink, fading at the edges. > This book is not for the eyes of outsiders. If you are reading it, you are already part of the game. I swallowed hard. Game? My eyes skimmed further. The pages were full of what looked like prophecies, some crossed out, some marked with sharp X’s.