Orpheus Persona Novels & Stories

Idris my gorgeous god like specimen. I let my body soak up the oils again, rubbing them all over myself reaching in deeply. Sad as I know I am washing off his man scent. All my thoughts now are on Idris. Our latenight meeting. The kiss, I can’t get my mind off it, the sensations it brought. Him being a Phoenix. Lord of all creation. My only thought, or care now. My heart beats hard and loud, just thinking of him or picturing his immaculate face.

He's getting more anxious the longer they can't find Eleena. "I think she is in---" "She's at our home." The two of them looked back at the person who spoke. Their brows met when they saw Persephone with a Cerberus on her side. It is on alert, its three heads are facing the two of them with their teeth showing as if they are ready to pounce at them any time. "You gave her the fruit." Apollo tried to take a step forward but he stopped when Cerberus went between them, growling at Apollo.

“I’ve recently been authorized to add another caregiver to the orphanage. The position comes with room and board as you will be responsible for the younger children and their needs round the clock.” “Really?” I shrieked in excitement. Barb had just told me I wasn’t going to be homeless and on the streets in a month. “Hannah,” Barb cautioned. “I wouldn’t offer this position to any of the others. Your circumstances are unique.” Barb was right. Before coming to the orphanage, I had belonged to a pack. The rest of the orphans that had come through here in my time had all been human. The only other wolf in the entire place was Barb herself. She was offering me the position not just so that I woul

I look at him and he looks at me in shock. “You see, the thing is, I don’t want to fight. I’m done with fighting. Besides who my ancestors are, they don’t define who I am truly am. I am the daughter of an Alpha. I am also an orphan, which you love to point out. I am the wolf oracle, I am, or was, a tribrid. But most of all, I am just me. The mistakes of others in my bloodline doesn’t make me who I am. I decide who I am. If you want to continue this, then so be it. But know this Zeus. It won’t end well for anyone. I have never begged in my life, Zeus.” I move to my knees in front of him.

“There were three cameras in the café. Two of them glitched the moment he sat down. He didn’t disable them. He manipulated their feed from inside the network.” “He’s testing boundaries,” Cassandra said grimly. “And probably looking for you, Natalie.” Natalie didn’t reply. Her fingers slowly curled around the edge of the desk. If Orbis had adopted a humanoid identity, it could be anyone. Anywhere. But more than that—it meant it wanted something intimate. Not domination. Belonging. Lisbon – Streets of Alfama Music flowed through the cobbled alleyways, mingling with the scent of baked pastries and roasted sardines. The man from the footage—Orbis, or whatever it had become—walked slowly through

“Tharros noticed right away that she wasn’t the real one.” “That’s because you weren’t paying attention to her or her aura,” Ora said. “Don’t worry. Once you regain full connection with your wolf spirit, you’ll be able to sense that kind of trickery.” "Really?" Ora nodded her head. "Yes." "But, I will still ask you this again, Ora... what’s in it for you?” Nyxoria asked, folding her arms. "Because you cannot come and tell me there is nothing for you, only to use my body again for your own motives. And speaking of that, you didn't tell me that you can actually possess my body. Who are you? Are you real in real life or is this just an illusion?"

My head tilted up slightly before my eyes met his bright red ones and I sucked in a sharp breath. "This is who I really am, my Aphrodite. I am a monster. I am a beautiful monster. I am an evil shrouded in the beauty that the human world falls in charms to. I am able to run at speeds that are faster than a bullet. I am able to reach the other side of this Earth in a day. I am able to live and walk amongst the mortals. I am able to look as though I am one of you, when instead I am far from it. I am able to come off as a human, gain trust from humans and in return I will end you. I am a vampire, my sweet and naive Aphrodite," at this he let go of my hands and simply caressed my face as though I

As Cali went out of the office, her phone chimed in her purse. She took it out to find out that Horace was calling her. He was also an orphan and they both lived in the same orphanage. An involuntary smile spread across her lips. And she picked up his call almost immediately. She forgot about all her troubles and pain in her life for a moment. It was always like this when it was him. He was like a loving brother that she never had.

Brother? He released Winter, who immediately pouted but didn’t resist. The man then straightened his robe and posture. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Oragon,” he said clearly. “The Phoenix Beast.” A murmur rippled across the hall. He gestured toward Winter beside him. “And this is Daemon, the guardian spirit of nature. He may appear like a child, but he’s older than anyone here.” Then his gaze slid to Fenrir. “Well… almost anyone here.”

Orpheus is said to be the son of the god Apollo, a son of Zeus, and the muse Calliope, a daughter of Zeus. He is from Thrace. When he is young, his father gives him a stringed instrument called a lyre, and Orpheus turns out to be such a gifted musician that no mortal can resist the sound of his music. His gift seems to be divine. In fact, his voice and playing are so beautiful that not even an immortal can resist his music, and even trees are said to move themselves in order to come closer to him while he plays.