Novel & Cerita Orv Novel

Then, I read what she wrote. Olivia: My name is Olivia, I'm an orphan. I was held captive for many years, tortured, and barely managed to escape. While searching for refuge, I knocked on many doors in this building, but only you opened them and let me in. I feel like it's destiny. You and me. I looked at her, with a mixture of tenderness and understanding, because, indirectly, I had also felt the same way, that my being here wasn't just a coincidence, that it was something stronger, perhaps truly destiny.

I watched his chest rise and fall, steady but slow, and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I reached for the towel again, gently wiping his forehead, hoping the medicine would work. Hoping he would wake up. And hoping—quietly, secretly—that when he did… he wouldn’t remember calling me dove. After a while, Orion finally began to stir. It was subtle at first—his fingers twitched slightly, and his breathing shifted. Then his brows pulled together like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream. His eyes fluttered, opening and closing, until they finally stayed open just a little.

later when he messaged me back with TEXT:Orion: Good Morning. Are you heading to bed? I replied straight away with TEXT: Lara: Sort of. He replied back with three question marks. I giggled a bit to myself and sent him another message TEXT: Lara: I am laying in bed reading a book. TEXT:Orion: Ah, will you be up for a few. I can come over for a bit. So of course, reading that made my mind totally overthink, however I replied with, TEXT: Lara: Are you at work? TEXT: Orion: I took the day off, I’m the boss (smiley emoji). TEXT:Lara: Oh, Sure but please excuse me if I fall asleep while you’re here. TEXT:Orion: haha, I understand. TEXT:Lara: Ok, will you text me when you arrive. TEXT:Ori

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Author's pov Orni stirred in her sleep feeling sun rays all over her eyes. Feeling something soft under her, she realised that she was laying on a soft & comfy bed. Her eyes got shot open when she remembered Roman & Rion. Opening her eyes she looked at her surroundings and of course, it was an unfamiliar room. Looking outside through the window she only saw a vast ocean in front of her. It didn't take a long time for her to realize that this place is an island.

Only fire. “Let’s go for a swim before the sun goes down?” he asks, his mismatched-colored eyes elated. Though, I’ve never swum in a sea before—only the cold, still lakes near the orphanage, I nervously agree. Orvyn wears only trunks. His body is all muscle, with veins along his arms and torso. His abs are carved like stone. His face—strong and handsome—makes it hard to overlook too. But then there’s me.

I was abandoned as a baby at a very small orphanage, in the small town of River Stop. I was raised in the orphanage, and I guess in this small area not a whole lot of people want to adopt an orphan girl. So, I grew up with the ladies that ran the orphanage, Frances, the old, short and very plump mean and strict head master I guess we can call her, and Mary, who was soft, sweet, caring, and was the only person in my life that ever loved me!

It was as if she had reached into my chest and ripped out whatever little confidence I had managed to hold onto. And then, just when I thought I couldn't bear any more, Nova delivered the final blow, her words leaving me feeling utterly defeated. "Let's get real, Orion doesn't give a damn about you," Nova's voice was sharp, filled with venom that seeped into my soul. The mention of Orion, a beacon of light in my otherwise dark existence, had brought a flicker of comfort to my heart. But Nova's cruelty swiftly snuffed it out, leaving me drowning in a sea of anguish.

“Speak, child.” “Lord Orlov and my husband plan to fix the darkness problem with Vrian Elemental magic. Then they plan to-- to kill all the creatures in the forest. A genocide.” The Oracle didn't have as much of a reaction as Ursa thought. His eyes looked very far away, as if there was an internal database in his head, and he was accessing all types of information that normal mortals such as she can never touch. “They are both so smart, yet never learn. Young Orlov fancies himself a level-headed and analytical type of being; yet, he is just as impulsive as Young Vasil when it comes down to it.”

This is the story of Orleana, a town shrouded in mystery and teeming with untold wonders. Orleana was not your average town; it was a haven for those who sought refuge from the prying eyes of the human world. Here, they could live their lives freely, unencumbered by the prejudice and fear that plagued their kind elsewhere. The town's inhabitants were a diverse mix of supernatural beings, each with their own unique abilities and characteristics. Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood.