Orphan Black Novel Novels & Stories

Atticus asks, reaching over to gently hold his clenched hand. “They take orphaned girls with unique looks and train them to be bed warmers. When the girl turns twelve, they are used for sex by the top pack members.” Black whispers out, a tear running down his face. I look to Atticus who’s face is set in a grim look. Quickly, he stands and rushes to his desk, taking a laptop and bringing it to the table, promptly opening it.

Amazed, I stopped in mid-motion, so the towel hung in the air instead of loading on the table. What should that mean again? God, I've been with guys every day. With what I was doing it was just inevitable and although I thought I knew the male species humans pretty well, this guy made me feel insecure. I didn't like that. "Ah, it says here you are an orphan," he said and traced the lines in front of his eyes with his finger. "Your parents were killed by proles."

In a whirlwind of months, we were dragged into a battle to the death and children were left in the care of the old and frail, or the pregnant. We waited endlessly to find out who of our loved ones would come home to us. Until one lone night, the people who cared for me in their absence, the last of the Whyte’s who were too vulnerable to follow them, were slaughtered by invading vampires in our own homes on the far edge of the farmlands, and I was a lone survivor who was then shunted to the orphanage. The events of that night are so foggy and hazy, I don’t really remember it at all, or why I was even spared. I was just a child.

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.

There were actually two people who did this, but one in particular shook my heart especially hard. For most people, I am an ordinary girl whose life has nothing special going on, just another student who makes some extra money after classes in a bar. When someone got to know me a little closer, found out that I was an orphan who lost my parents very early and was looked after by my grandmother from mother's side, who, however, died just before I went to college. From that moment on, I was left all alone and had to cope somehow, working hard to pay for my studies, living and a tiny, cramped apartment, which was quite far from the center of Tokyo, where the bar where I worked and my university

How thin the fingers had become . Rosette helped me walk to the looking glass. My movements were stiff and clumsy, as though I had not used my legs in months. My vision, on the other hand, had never been better. There was very little light in the room, but that didn’t seem to matter now. I could see the nooks and crannies of every wall. I could see in the dark. “You are now Maraina Elysia Blackwood,” said Rosette. “As I am your bloodmother, you will take my bloodline as your middle name. This will show the authorities that you’ve shed your mortal life . . . if they even recognize you. Look.”

I followed the trail against centuries, cross-referencing names, families, locations and everytime the losses peaked, a single figure emerged in the record, someone powerful and isolated, the thing with Blackthorn was that if you were always alone then you were always going to be sacrifice, it’s like to them being alone meant no one loved you enough to care, so you were more useful as sacrifice. My hands shook as I realized how easily Eve fit into the pattern. I leaned back against the stone wall, staring at the ledgers piled around me, Astrid’s voice echoed uninvited in my mind, Morwenna’s sudden disappearance soon after we had confronted her, the elders sudden obsession with ‘safety’

Unbeknownst to them, a sinister figure trailed behind, their every move meticulously observed by the mysterious man with the black hood and ash-colored eyes. Within the orphanage's walls, the girls sought solace, surrounded by the familiar faces of their fellow orphans. The bustling noise of laughter and play filled the air, momentarily alleviating the tension that had gripped their hearts. Yet, an unsettling feeling lingered, as if an invisible presence continued to watch their every move.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.