Orpheus Persona Novels & Stories

My eyes widened, and I turned to face Orpheus, who was looking at me with a grin on his face. "Now that we're linked by blood, you have access to my healing abilities. Knowing you won't get wounded as easily is a nice thing, but it just helps to soothe my mind a little to have Kryos still guarding you," 'Orpheus explains, taking my hand in his and putting it to his lips, pecking the back of my hand.

Star,Let me know everything. I shivered as I remembered Orion's words engraved in my mind. My mind drifted to the moment he nearly snapped Haiti’s hand off her body, his menacing gaze still sent shivers up my spine. What kind of person was Orion? If Nakira saw me right now, she'd shake her head. “You shouldn't trust people easily,” I moved the thoughts behind my head. But Orion was not a person, he was a god. 'You’re so delusional it's cute,’ Asana's mocking voice interrupted my thoughts, irritating me.

I scoffed. "Oh! Are you even listening to yourself right now??" She scoffed. "Not even a 10,000 years existing witch can win an original vampire, and not someone like Orpheus. He is extremely powerful and can be whatever he so desires." She cursed. "He can summon the greatest dragon or even the sea monster."

She dipped her head and wiped the drop of tears from her eyes “We haven’t gotten a visitor here in such a long time.” I nodded looking around. “I can tell.” Turning with one of the pups holding onto my index finger I introduced myself. “I’m Sorrel, Luna Sorrel, and this….” I pulled Kaine forward who was still at a loss for words. “This is the Oracle. He’s very strong and powerful. One time I got injured and he healed me.” “Wowww.” The pups let out a collective gasp.

The massive form contorted, bones snapping with grotesque cracks that reverberated through the still night. Rey staggered one cautious step back, her stomach twisting, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She watched in horrified awe as fur receded, limbs lengthened, and the monstrous snout shortened into the sharp lines of a man's face. Orion. When at last he rose to his feet, chest heaving from the shift, her breath hitched violently. Dark hair clung damp to his forehead from the snowfall, his body towering and sinuous, every muscle cut like stone. And then—

Hekate's laughs bubbled like water in a caldron, "He goes by many names. But he was born Orion-as he will die Orion." "Who is he?" "Someone who has been trying to destroy what my sisters and I created," She growls like a wolf. The smokey mist around her sharpens into little pin-like hackles as she rages, "Orion was once a man...a man gifted with powers and strength. He was a hero among people and a devout servant of the immortals. And he was made immortal himself after falling in love with one of these gods." "Wait...is this the Orion from Greek mythology?" I look at Ariella, "This is sounding a little like those books you loved reading-"

She elucidates better. “Protection? Why would it need protection? Isn't it stronger enough to protect itself?” Shaw questions “The oracle is indeed a powerful entity, but only when it comes to its role. She or he has no powers to hurt the other, only to alert him. The oracle is only a messenger of fate, who cannot intervene in it.” She answers Shaw “Wait, did you say ‘she or he’?” Pandora asks completely confused. “Isn’t the oracle immortal?” “It is. The entity nor its body.” She answers with a smirk playing on her lips.

There is a shrine dedicated to Selene here. There I find a very young woman staring at the statue. I quietly approach and stand next to her. I feel for her aura but find none. She and her wolf are disjointed. This happens when there is significant trauma at an early age. My heart aches for this child. “Don’t feel sorry for me”. Her words are confident but her voice is weak. Spoken like a true warrior. She’s been fighting for a long time. “Pity is for those who do not deserve salvation. I do not pity you my dear girl, I simply hope for your healing”.

“The one what? The one with a name that starts with ‘S’? That’s it, isn’t it? I’m just a pawn in whatever twisted plan you’ve been cooking up.” “You’re more than that,” he said, his voice sharp now. “So much more. But yes, I sought you out deliberately. I needed someone, and it had to be you.” His admission hit me like a slap. I stepped back, putting more space between us. “Do you hear how insane that sounds?” I said, my voice shaking. “What kind of person orchestrates someone’s life like that? Do you even care about me, Stefan? Or am I just some tool to you?”