Orpheus Persona Novels & Stories

She was playing a harp made of intertwined branches and vines, its strings resonating with pure, ethereal tones. "Who are you?" Alex asked, his voice echoing slightly in the tranquil space. The woman looked up, her eyes meeting mine, filled with millennia of wisdom. "I am Elara, the guardian of memories and songs. The Oracle awaits you, but first, you must understand the stories of the past." Her fingers plucked a poignant note, and suddenly, the air around us was filled with ghostly apparitions – scenes of ancient battles, tales of love and loss, and the ebb and flow of power throughout the ages.

She looked translucent, fading away. "Cassandra," Alex landed in front of her. "Who are you?" She looked up. Her eyes were empty code. "I am Processor 74. I have no name." "You are Cassandra Kane. You are the Oracle," Alex knelt. "And you owe me a date." "Ghost?" The avatar flickered. Recognition flashed in her eyes. "Alex... you shouldn't be here. It hurts. It’s so loud." "Focus on me," Alex held out his hand. His avatar glowed with warm gold light—his own firewall. "I'm going to d******d you. All of you. Back into your body."

“Don’t be so quick to refuse. I know who you are.” The Oracle said confidently, “Although you’re using a secret technique to change your appearance and wearing a veil, the more you conceal, the more your insecurity is revealed. Moreover, you asked me about the Etherium Immortal Lord’s sphere of influence, which means you’re the person he’s pursuing. “How can you refuse me now? If she doesn’t stay… I’ll capture you and deliver you to the Etherium Immortal Lord for a reward!” Boom! Just then, a powerful aura erupted, enveloping Andrius and Aria. The Oracle was at the early Heavenly Immortal stage!

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

he stated through telepathy as his head lowered closer to me, inspecting my physical features and examining my soul. “I—I am Herneith, Oh Br—bright One.” I attempted to prostrate on the ground, but my knees refused to move. “I am the—the Oracle of the Kingdom of Eckhathnaten and the daughter of Pharaoh Menes. Tha—thank you for saving me earlier.” “Herneith,” his voice rumbled again. “What a powerful name.” His majestic wings stretched as if to display his authority over me. Claws hit soil thereafter as he pushed all of his bulk up.

“Yes.” “That’s Antares. The story of it goes that a handsome man named Orpheus could charm everyone with his magical harp. He could even stop battles with the beautiful music. All the women just loved him. One day he married a beautiful woman, I just can never remember her name though, but on their wedding night she was bitten by a snake and died. He traveled all the way to the underworld to collect her soul and bring her back to the land of the living because he loved her so much.” As the pain in Ben’s wound began to radiate through his chest, he looked back to Imara. Something about this whole story sounded so familiar. “Sounds like quite a fella.”

Jesper had n't been human, at least not from the start! "You ...!" She breathed. “You lousy pig! You filthy piece of shit! ”She wanted to jump up and pounce on Orcus, but was immediately thrown back on the seat of the pants. A grim Elevender pressed her down, only the black eyes flashed through the slits in the balaclava. Aurelia continued to squirm, her anger raging within her. Orcus had not only attacked her, no! Through her connection to her counterpart, she had felt how Orcus had also made use of him, had shaped his emotional world like a gifted sculptor. That meant he had used his son, his own flesh and blood for his evil machinations, infiltrated and taken over like a worthless puppet.

Right? He shook my hand and a deep voice came out of his mouth. He might be intimidating, but he also looked like a damn model. Were all werewolves extra beautiful? I felt like a fucking midget next to him. I really hoped April couldn’t read my mind. I called her Alpha fucking beautiful. “Hi Cyrus, I am Osiris. I wanted to make sure you won’t share what you see here today. We’re making an exception for you. For April’s sake.”

For Orpheus to act so abruptly and possessively…it can mean only one thing… “What happened to her?” Orpheys growls out as he moves past Riley, not waiting for him to move. “The doctor said she is suffering from PTSD…I’m sorry, who are you?” Rosa’s father questions as he stands up to join Riley by her bedside. “I am Alpha Orpheus of the Red Thorn pack.” “Alpha?” Rosa’s Father’s eyes dart to mine in a warning look for this unknown male to be approaching his vulnerable daughter. “Nobody here will harm Rosa, you have my word.”

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast