Orson Scary Godmother Novels & Stories

-Lucy’s POV- I could not believe that I followed Conner’s orders. I am currently riding in his Rolls Royce Cullinan silently, while my heart is rebelling. I have always been an independent woman and with that I have always taken things in my own hands. I am not used to depending on someone, but here I am doing just the opposite. What kind of black magic does Conner have that he can just easily make me follow him. Oh please Lucy, get over it! Conner has made his point and it truly made sense. Ugh! To be honest I am not so worried about the tasting test because I know that Ronald will do great. What I am truly worried about is myself. Can I pull out the tough act when Conner is very near me? I

I asked, and this time around the tone which I used in speaking could tell how offended I am. "You shouldn't trust him, lady. Once he gets your blood he's going to kill you and destroy the entire world." Orlan uttered, sounding like a motivational speaker. Oops! So touching. I mock myself. "All that you had just said sounds like a horror movie. Or could it be that you stepped out of the coffin to watch a horror movie, and now you are obsessed with them?"

"Oh Goddess..." "Get her out!" Orion shouted while battling Kesha. Kesha glanced between them. Realizing she couldn't defeat Orion quickly, she opened a portal door and turned to escape. But Orion yanked her back.“You aren't running now." His growl echoed through the room. Meanwhile Elena gathered every remaining ounce of strength. She prayed silently to the Moon Goddess. Then pushed again. Luna Sofia rushed to her side. Seeing the blood, panic crossed her face. “Oh Goddess... you're delivering."

“You know how temperamental dark magic is. If I tried anything, it could lash out and do more damage.” A threatening snarl pierced the air. It filled my chest with an odd sort of warmth. “You’re the Goddess of Healing and you can’t—you know what, forget it. There must be someone that can help her.” Instantly I recognized the haughty, masculine rumble. Orion’s voice alone dredged up all the memories my throbbing head had been trying to force down. They flashed behind my eyes all at once, each one more painful than the next.

Suddenly, the statue's eyes lit up a bright red. "Welcome, demon god." Orlando prostrated himself. "What are you calling me for?" The voice came from the statue of a horned wolf possessed by a demon god. "I just want to know, when can I beat Alano? I can't wait to get rid of him. The longer he is, the more impolite he is to me," said Orlando, still prostrating. "It all depends on you. Don't let Alano meet a woman who isn't part of the Lycans, because it could be a big disaster if they unite and have offspring," the demon god replied.

Emily crawled on the ground, saw Luna Sandra, and immediately rushed towards her, grabbing her dress. The Fourth Stepmother’s face was burning. Emily, in her baffling state, suddenly smiled. “I saw... guess what I saw?” Luna Sandra laughed coldly and then looked at Emma, gently lowering her head. “My dutiful daughter, tell me, what did you see?” Emily opened her eyes wide, and her makeup fell from her face, revealing gruesome scars. “Scorpions, scorpions, so many scorpions... It’s terrifying... They want me to eat... eat them all... Ha ha ha ha!”

“And what do we call you who would do anything to breed children for your hybrid son.” How did they find out? Did Madam Graham tell them? No, she can’t, she wouldn’t, she dared not! The old woman was furious. When money is involved, Madam Graham wouldn’t even hesitate to sell her organs even if it means she’d die, just to smell the scent of money. Angered by Madam Graham’s Betrayal, she slapped the table and roared, “How dare you?!” The moment she flared up, Gerald closed the briefcase - a sign that the deal was off and any moment, they might get into a battle.

Her long silver hair catches Occisor's eye, he's never seen anyone like that. "Who? Who are you?" he questions getting up. "You know who I am. I'm your creator." "What do you mean?" he looks at her suspiciously. "Have you forgotten what Mary told you about me?" Occisor searches his mind, it takes a few seconds for him to remember the conversation he had as a pup about the truth in his mother's death. "It can't be..." he says astonished, but soon the anger begins to grow in his mind. "If you are the goddess… It's your fault I was born wrong! It's your fault my mother was killed!"

Sophia said, trying to get a glimpse of her grandson, all she saw was his white hair like snow. "True!!" Caroline said, looking at the damage that those evil witches were doing. Hell, she had started absorbing their energy already. "Let’s tell them who is the boss here," Scarlett muttered, and she jumped in the air, reaching out in front of the witches and wizards. She killed all nine of them in one shot. "What the…" Ambrose looked at Scarlett in shock. He knew that Scarlett was the reincarnation of the first human whom Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not om Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not once had he thought that she was that strong.

She was afraid that he wouldn't let her go, she wasn't related to him in blood but he took her in and took care of her as he would his own. "Alright, I can't be timid...." She took a deep breath and clapped her cheeks lightly. "Father, can I......." "What's you doing?" A voice spooked her from behind and she jumped, for a moment she felt her heart jump out of her chest. She groaned angrily as she discovered that it was Alaric, the alpha's son. He was resting by her entrance door with his sinewy arms folded, his scorching red long spartan shaved hair perfectly complimented with his amorous crimson eyes. he closed the door with his heel.