Orson Indiana の小説・ストーリー

Merchants scrambled, guards cursed, and Rey barely had time to process the chaos before her eyes fixed on a boy. He was no older than six, with a small frame and round chubby face. He stumbled into the street, shoved by the surge of panicked bodies, falling hard against the ground just as the runaway wagon barrelled toward him. The sound of his mother's scream tore through the din, high and shattering. Rey's breath hitched; it was too far, the wagon moving too fast, no one could reach him in time— But then Orion moved. It wasn't human, the way he crossed the distance in seconds. One moment he was pushing through the press of people; the next he was a blur of black cloak and raw power.

“Orson, thank you so much for joining us tonight. You’ve been quite the topic lately—successful businesses, expanding networks. How does it feel to be on top?” Orson laughs lightly, “It feels good, of course. When you work hard and play your cards right, you reap the rewards. That’s all there is to it.” I roll my eyes. Work hard? How come dealing with drugs and assisting the mafia leaders in their hideous cruelties is considered as hard work? Yes, he is a murderer too. He has killed a few honest businessmen for his own benefit. “Let’s talk about your business,” the anchor continues. “From small beginnings to where you are now—what’s the secret to your success?”

She had gone through a lot of turmoil in a single day. She fell asleep between her countless sorrows. I looked down at her delegates. It warmed, insecure face. I realized my words weren’t enough for her. I remember the day Orson was bitten off. It must be related to this drama. He even offered a ring gift for us. It must be this short way from it. I need to talk to him. He has caused me to have in my life you won’t be able to save yourself, Orson, wait and suffer.

The silence persisted for approximately ten seconds until Orson turned his head to stare out the window. Then, he noticed a familiar yet foreign man who was clearly at death’s door standing outside. Orson’s mind went blank in that instant. It took him a good long while to react. The other villagers of Wincier Village might not recognize him, but Orson definitely could. After all, he was his father. “Students, let’s have a self-study session.” Orson briefed them, set down his textbook, and left the classroom. On the grass plot outside the classroom, Ferguson Ford exerted strenuous effort to remain standing. Yet, he stubbornly remained on his feet.

He pushed Imogen aside and stood up. "This ends now. I can't leave Maude alone." Imogen was stunned. For Orson, it felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He turned his phone back on. The flood of unread messages caused it to lag for a moment. "Orson, where the hell are you?" "This isn't a joke. Where are you and Maude?" "Why did you do a wedding shoot with Imogen?" … Orson's thoughts shattered beneath a deafening roar, his chest seized by a sudden rush of panic and dread.

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

Orson argued. " My Isara was innocent back then." " Don't you dare say anything to me, or you will become my first enemy, Orson Tates.. Your sister was innocent when they did everything to her." " I was also innocent when they took my daughter from me."

She just shifts the gun awkwardly in her hands. Finally, Jasper returns to human form, followed quickly by Zach and myself. “What are you doing here?” Jasper demands. “My name is Orsina,” she says, looking nervous. “I’m the youngest daughter of the bear clan.” “Which is why you shouldn’t be in the wolf pack’s territory,” Zach snarls. “I know, I know,” Orsina says. “But - just hear me out, okay?” “Not sure we have any other choice while you’re pointing that gun at us,” Jasper says.

It is possible she did not remember well after all this time. She remembered hearing Orson laugh as Ms Belle took her upstairs to get washed up that night. They had passed right outside his bedroom door, and she heard him laugh, and her mother’s mumbling voice. She suspects her mother must have been telling him something that made me laugh. Orson was a mama’s boy and was very close to their mother, where she had been her father’s pet. And that night, when the world was completely dark, she woke up to the sound of her mother crying.

"Ah, the healer. I see now. You’ve awakened something, haven’t you? The Moon’s Orphan. The key to it all." Raynor took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, but the man’s eyes held him in place. "I’ve come for what’s mine," the man said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. "And you, Raynor, are the key." ---