Orson Scary Godmother Novels & Stories

“Seeing the same person who haunted you as a little girl standing right in your living room? Maybe Orion’s finally found the perfect way to remind you where you belong: under his thumb, right next to your nightmares.” The words hit like a strike to my chest, but I didn’t let her see it. My nails bit into my palms as I forced my face into an impassive mask. “Peter doesn’t scare me anymore,” I said coldly. “And neither do you.” “Keep telling yourself that,” she sneered. “But you’re on borrowed time. Orion’s patience with you has already run out.”

But before she could lash out at her, she beamed into happiness and hugged the lady dressed in a fire-orange midi skirt flaunting her soft white skin. “Osiris! Oh my God! Finally. I have been waiting for you.” Scarlet wrapped the lady in a tight hug and the lady reciprocated. “You are so beautiful, Trinity. And I am honored to be here for any help.” Osiris said. A light flicker of moonlight was coming from the side window making Osiris look magnificent and a Holy Creature. Her fire-orange dress and her red-golden hairs made her appear like a Goddess of fire. Scarlet smiled and glanced at her beautiful hair that was cascading down to her hips. Osiris looked through Scarlet’s eyes and stepped

he asked pleasantly. "You're not my dad you stupid impostor.It was a cat which bit my dad." just that and she bolted a run opposite from the light. When she looked back, she saw him standing still while she ran and ran. She looked down her wrist and saw that her rubies were turning whites except for one. She looked back again and her impostor dad turned into a monstrous beast. It began to ran to her direction that she yelped in fright. "Ottoke!" she screamed when it was nearing her as if she was being slowed down.

She let go of the walker, and fell to the ground. Fortunately, I held her up quickly. "Thank you." She clutched her chest and thanked her fearfully. She looked up at me but quickly pushed me away. "Look, this is the Scar who goes against the will of the Goddess of the Moon." Someone walked by outside and pointed at Brooklyn. "Don't associate with these werewolves who are related to witches, the Goddess of the Moon will punish you, you know!" This was a mother educating a child. "If you know that you are unfortunate and still stick to her will, then the Goddess of the Moon will not take care of you!"

About the screams and dark rooms. The betrayals from my father and stepmother. The scars I got from each fight I put up for survival. Every single thing. And for the first time in a long time… someone actually listened. Someone finally wanted to know more about Ms. And somehow, at that small moment, I didn’t feel so completely lost. Oriana was sent to me by the moon goddess herself.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

“Not Ella and Dominic Sinclair’s daughter. My father would have your head if he heard what you’ve implied to me tonight.” “Juniper!” Orion barks out behind me, not finished and pissed as all hell. But I ignore him, storming for the doorway. Or at least, I start to storm towards the doorway when a dark figure materializes there, blocking my path. “You let this one run roughshod over you, Orion,” the God of Death says, arms crossed, smirking at me in the darkness. I barely stumble over my feet in time to avoid banging into him. Instead I stop, throwing my arms out for balance, and just gape.

“I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.” “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.” “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.

She came close to me and took the picture of the red haired woman off my hands, like an offering she adored while wiping off any trace of dirt from its surface. The one thing that now caught my attention was how a glass faced picture didn't shatter into pieces after surviving that fall. "This is Hera, the goddess of the Exorcist!." She answered and my head did a little dance. "Really.... Which means she's here to help me overcome this eerie period called the Alpha's Exorcist period." I scoffed as hope filled my heart and that alone elated my mood. "Hahahahahahahaha, how funny it is for you to assume things to your favor. That's quite some nerves you've got." The priestess chimed in a croaky

"Let me be frank to you. I think you already know why we are here. We are here for that man you took. He is Orion, Lucia's cousin and my friend. We want him back. We know that you are that evil witch who was in the history books of all kinds. You lure men with your beauty and sweet humming voice, then after you play with them like toys, you kill them. We know that Orion is here, and we want him back." "And who gave you the idea that I will surrender him to you just like that? Actually, I like him. Orion... that is his name, right? Sounds good, huh..." she chuckled and touched the body of the snake on her left. The snake hissed that made me almost wince. "You witch! Give us back my cousin or