Orson Scary Godmother Novels & Stories

"Ms. Johnston, you wouldn't want your little secret getting out, right? Then, you'd better listen to me. As punishment for flirting with those men, I'm going to make you mine today." Ms. Johnston was stunned by my words. As I held her and pushed her forward, I could feel the heat radiating from her body, even through the fabric of her dress. That only made me more certain. She was sensitive, and she wanted it! "No, Charlie. I'm your girlfriend's godmother. How can you… How can you threaten me—" "Ms. Johnston, don't refuse me. Do you really want your secret exposed?" At that, she fell silent.

I screamed throwing the millennial old vase onto the ground, the sound echoed as it shattered into a million pieces. How could he do this to me? It was hard-no it took time to heal from a god-especially a higher god’s inflictions. He hurt me, he hurt me because of that lowly mutt. I shuddered as i remembered the incidents, for once I was scared to lose my life, his Obsidiajn eyes intimidated me and the words Kallias said to be rang like a bell in my ears. “Don't do anything stupid Haiti, Orion is not me. He will end you, Don't forget why he is the lonely god.”

The drive home is quick, but the silence is loud. Now that I'm not consumed by the volume of the music, my thoughts come to me in a rush. Thoughts of Orion-the maniac who has been strongly implicated in the death of my sister and responsible for countless others. Thoughts of the Goddesses and the fact that I am one of their messengers-a High Prophet of The Order of The Huntress. The fact that I have two mates...one being Orion, the man who wants nothing more than to destroy the world that has become my own.

Oh, those words made Orlan's hairs stand on end, and Jay kept wailing in his mind. "Yes, I know, but I believe. The Moon Goddess can't be wrong," Orlan said confidently. After much thought, these words finally crossed his mind. "Moon Goddess," Noura muttered. The Moon Goddess is a god believed by the werewolf clan who created them. "Don't forget. Tomorrow, ok?" asked Orlan for the umpteenth time. Maybe Noura was tired of hearing that question. But Orlan had to do it; he wanted to spend time with Noura.

“OH God! That is Oswald!” Orlanda rasped out, her voice caught somewhere between disbelief and terror as she backed away from the window, turning sharply to Winifred with eyes wide, wild and accusing. Winifred recoiled at once, hands up like a startled cat.

Cassandra said and got on her knees again, "I don't want to kiss you." "Oh sweet Hecate, just kiss already!" Owlyn was quaking more like a chicken at this point. "Kiss or die!" Bang! The iron bar on the door bent inwardly and the hinges broke. Fortunately, the monster seemed too big to come through the door, but it was just a matter of time. "Trespassers! Come and let me devour you, bones and all!" Cassandra's eyes went wide. The Groundsler kept pushing through the tiny entrance and the stone floor exploded, sending rubble everywhere.

“What’s going on? What has happened? How did I end up like this?!” Her arm was gripped by her grandmother, causing her pain as she recoiled, scanning her surroundings. The senior lady looked tense, fearing Luna Sandra might say something unsettling. Emma, on the other hand, smiled sarcastically, her lips curling. Fear flooded Luna Sandra’s face, her eyes filled with bloodshot threads. “Mother... there’s something in this mansion!” Looking around in terror, she felt a complete separation from her dignified past with her grandmother. Demons and restraints had destroyed her spirit, and the one who designed it all, now standing directly in front of her, smiled at her.

Shе lookеd morе bеautiful. Orion stеppеd forward, his patiеncе wеaring thin. "Enough, Damon. Your insеcuritiеs don't givе you thе right to bеlittlе othеrs." But I rеvеlеd in thе discomfort my words causеd. "Guеss shе found a fairy godfathеr in you, Orion. Turning hеr from a disastеr to this," I gеsturеd at Sеlеnе.

"Her fingers! Where are her goddamn fingers?!" "Edward!" Donald screamed like a madman. Seeing me about to collapse, he sighed heavily: "Let's go home... we need to go home..." But once we got back, Donald regretted everything. A package arrived from the kidnappers. Inside, arranged in neat rows, were ten bloody fingers. *** "AHH!" Bianca was slammed against the wall, my hands closing around her throat. Donald froze in shock, then rushed forward to pull me back. "Are you out of your fucking mind? She's a Ferrari!"

“She always fed on devotion. But it’s more than that now. She’s becoming something else. The longer this city suffers, the stronger she gets. And if they offer you to her…” Caelan stiffened. “Then we lose.” “No,” he said. “Then the world burns.” The room was silent for a moment. Then I whispered, “We end her. No more running. No more hiding. I don’t care what she is. She’s not a goddess, she’s a parasite. And I’ll rip her out of the roots.” Orion grinned despite himself. “That’s my little Flame,” he said. “All right. So we sneak into a death temple, steal secrets from a possibly insane heretic, take on a cult of blood priests, and kill an immortal monster with a god complex.”