Orson Scary Godmother Novels & Stories

The man called Ando reported to the woman called Old Remi. "You're all mistaken! I'm not a demon. I'm a human," I insisted. I removed my arms that were blocking my face and faced Old Remi. Maybe she'll believe me if I say that I'm not a demon. "I'm not a demon. I'm a human. A real human," I said to the old woman. I hope she will believe what I said. Instead of answering me, the old woman's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost. Am I really that scary to them?

Dust fell from the ceiling, and shouts of fear echoed through the halls. "They're breaking through!" someone yelled. Ingrid grabbed the box and the grimoire. "We need to move. Now!" But as they turned toward the door, a figure stepped into the room that made both women freeze. It was a young man with jet-black hair and eyes like midnight. Black flames danced around his fingers. "Hello, Aunt Ingrid," Orion said with a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Mother sent me to bring you home."

"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.”

"What have you done to us? You're no god-you're no savior. You're a monster. A murderer. You abused and twisted your children like Ismael -like Kaltain-" The trumpet in the distance sounds off. It's not nearly as close to us here as it normally is in my fields in the Plane, but it does something to Orion. It flips a switch inside him, and like before, he is consumed by terror at the sound of that trumpet. But I don't expect him to charge towards me. He's in a frenzy as he picks me up and jostles me around, "Shut up! Shut up, you little bitch!" His hands are around my throat. His thumbs press down on my windpipe until I can do nothing but splutter and squeal. He said he needs me alive....but

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.

The creature raised his hand and I could only close my eyes as the Godmother of my child was killed, my protector, my friend. My body ran cold, not even able to scream, screaming in my head yet no blood fell on me. I just lay shaking there, there seeming to have been a shift in the room. “ Stay away from my grandchild. You have no business here. If your God wants to mess with me again, she better come down here herself.” A very low voice came and a chill ran through my body. It was low yet the threat was clear and claar.

“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.

Some were dropped on the floor while others were slammed on the table. "Goddess! Slowly, Orora. I am holding Kairen here!" Demeter exclaimed. We thought the noises made our son startle, but when we looked at him, he was even giggling and copying Orora's gesture, enjoying the scene.

Soren was right when he said she seemed possessed. Scarlett isn’t just a girl anymore. She’s a vessel. And the gods are finally knocking.