Orv Book Novels & Stories

my wolf taunts. At the door, Orvax stands against the frame, holding up a lantern and for a minute, my brain shortcircuits and I forget how to breathe. The soft golden light carves out the sharp shadows across his face making him look almost otherworldly. His clothes are different now and his hair is slightly damp. He must have taken a shower before coming here. "Hi…” he breathed, his gaze locking on mine. "Did I interrupt your reading?” He is looking beyond me to the book that is now face down on the table.

“Hey! That’s rude to assume. I don’t hoard books or hide them in my room to mess with everyone else. I actually return them!” “Oh yeah? And which of your ‘returned books’ are going to help with the upcoming fourth trial?” “Well… uh… hehe.” Oryndor found us a table and had me carrying the pile around like his assistant while he got settled. At least it was good strength training. To everyone else, it probably looked heavy, but to me the books felt like feathers. “Here.” He finally helped me set them down in neat stacks. “Oh, and I heard Alpha Vaerith is making an important tactical announcement this evening.”

What few conversations he was able to have with the oldest kids gave him some information. The oldest orphans at the time of the coup were eleven to thirteen years old. Five years later he found the decreasing number of orphans was due to the oldest ones turning sixteen to eighteen years old. Alrik had continued to have very public relations with the alphas of other packs and to his misfortune he found that every time he had a pack over the alpha, the beta, or their sons found their mate. He started losing his orphans quickly and needed to replace them. Another five years later and the same issue is occurring again.” “He’s purposely killing off families to create orphans for him to use as sl

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open. For above five seconds after, he studied the time table like it was the map to treasure Island. “‘Werewolf’, that's the name of the subject.” He fell silent for a while and studied the paper in his hands for even longer than he had the first time. “It's a new subject which we've never been taught. After that, we'll have geography.” They all fell silent as they remembered the old geography teacher, professor Ericson. If one thing was certain, it was that as long as the three of them existed, none was going to forget him.

"Maybe Orna used some kind of magic to make you forget." "Maybe. But I remember the story now. I remember Orna telling me that new things start from destruction. She was obsessed with that book. It had a dark brown leather cover that looked like it was a dragon's skin. It was different than the normal books. She always carried it with her and sometimes she read it to me. Only to me," I said as I remembered the nights she read stories to me. I was besotted with Orna. She was my cool aunt. I loved her and I was sure she loved me. Maybe she never did. "I was small. I was around seven or eight. The same age as Lili when she started reading the book to me. It was interesting. She would tell the s

“Our history, how we started our path. That book is a grimoire, a spell book if you will. It holds every spell, curse, potion or summons that the Owens witches knew.” Ivy looked at the page then back at her aunt her eyes narrowed. “Owens? But you, Lucile and mum are all Joneses. Why is Owens so important?” She asked with irritation. Standing back from the book and her aunt. Ivy folded her arms across her chest. Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on.

"The world is becoming incredibly crowded around you right now. You have independent elements cleaning up your messes, you have rogue extractors pulling you out of burning rooms, and you have an old woman at a crossroads making things complicated. Orin is an incredibly dangerous variable for someone like you to be spending your afternoons with." Caelith caught her breath, her mind racing. He knew about Mrs. Orin. He knew about her part-time shifts at the edge of the crossroads. But as she studied Davan's sharp, confident posture, she realized something else. He hadn't mentioned the text. He didn't know about the plain leather book currently sitting at the bottom of her bag, or the fact that

AXERA's POV Oris. A name that every witch dared not to utter. It was a forbidden name and also a feared one. It belonged to a being that was discovered while I was still in my early twenties. The dark totem was a book that had been discovered, laying deep in underground caves. The witches had all thought it was a spell book, but the words written on it were foreign and seemed ancient. With the empress's orders, the book was taken under intense study. The witch that handled the research was a very skilled one. She took months researching the book and we were all in hopes that the new spell book could be a way to enhance our powers.

The book was older than anything Olivia had ever seen, its cover a deep shade of maroon, almost dark enough to be black, with intricate golden symbols etched into the surface. When her fingers brushed the pages, she felt the pulse of magic flow through her. It was as if the book itself recognized her touch—knew that she was the one meant to uncover its secrets.