Orson Scott Card Ender Series Novels & Stories

If I hadn’t helped her search for a bracelet in her room that day, I never would have stumbled upon the USB drive buried in the corner of a drawer. Karen had called me in because she knew that before passing, Grandma had transferred her inheritance to me. She wanted that money. And she wanted to use Grandma’s death to keep controlling me—to make sure I remained under her thumb. But how could she possibly get away with it? I placed the USB drive in front of her and told her I had multiple copies. Her expression shifted instantly. Panic flickered across her face before she drove me out of the room. Maybe it was the footage that shocked him. Or maybe it was me.

Daddy is one of eight Enders in existence. I will say as far as they went, he wasn’t the worst. The things that he destroyed or took to his realm to punish deserved it for lack of a better term. The things he brought back to Ethos or sent to another world, rather than killed were beings he felt worthy to save. Luferine only keeps the rarest and most powerful of creatures in his keep. There was a point and time I wondered about being one of them, the rarest and most powerful. Wishful thinking. Not because I wanted to be a slave, but because I hoped that I would become strong enough to free myself.

The grass which I’m sure was once a lush green is now the colour of wheat, surrounding a large deck that leads to an entrance. As I look inside, I feel my decayed heart clench inside my chest when I see Orenda perched on the sofa, her long hair cascading down her back as her bright smile fills her face. There she sits, not a care in the fucking world, while here I am, hiding among the shadows with my mind overrun by thoughts and memories she has inflicted upon me. It feels as though her smile exists to spite me.

If Blake just handed him over to the Angels, he might as well kiss goodbye to any hope he has of defeating them? Oscar took a step back and thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, his wary gaze sweeping over me before looking away. 'There's always options, darling. Even when it appears otherwise.' 'Here I was I thinking Ethan was the one who talked in riddles. Turns out it's a demon thing.' I bit down on my bottom lip. 'So where do I fit in all of this?' 'You, darling, are the key. Ethan doesn't need an army behind him, he needs a tum-mo – an Endorian.

My chest heaved in distress and before I can open my eyes, a gentle whisper stopped me from doing so. “Wait for me,” was his last words before I felt him go away in a lightning speed and all I heard was the rustling of the leaves and some growls and grunts which I don’t know where it’s coming from. I kept my eyes close and remember what I always do. My heart flutter and I felt my eyes getting misty as I utter a short prayer to God. “Please save me from all these scary beings, God. Bless the kind vampire with strength so he can defeat the cruel werewolves. Keep the both of us safe, please.” I silently sobbed and felt the warm liquid gushing out of my eyes.

"If he touches him again, he won't be returning to the Blackmoor Den. Tell the enforcers to keep a perimeter around the Evergreens, but stay invisible. I want Xender safe, not stifled." The next morning, I stood before Lucien’s desk, the design drafts for 'Eternity' clutched in my hand. He looked different in the daylight—sharp, dangerous, but strangely focused on me. "The Eternity series," I said, laying the sketches down. "I’ve developed two versions. One for the tactical front-lines, utilizing a folding mechanism that mimics a ticking clock. The other is a ceremonial piece, meant to look like an heirloom while concealing a lethal injector."

“They realized that if the people who tortured them for years found out that they had a child, they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to take you and do the same thing as to all who had powers.” My brows furrowed in confusion, my emotions running wild everywhere. “They?” “We call them the Enders. They’re a group of scientists who experiment on people who have powers such as your parents. They are hungry every day for knowledge of how a person could attain powers, they thirst for it. Searching every continent of the world to look for people like you. But, fortunately, your parents thought of this world,” she spread her arms around, looking at the cave and outside. “And created this wonderful pla