Orys I Novels & Stories

“It seems they managed to infiltrate the enemy ranks, mid direct then and overwhelm them with our men, it seems there was only one alpha with her but we subdued him and the witch then gave her self up with the promise that no harm would come to him, they have both been rendered unconscious by tranquilizers and are on their way to us as we speak” “That is good Gorge, very good, now I meed you to Make sure nothing happens to that transit, I don’t care if you take the entire army to secure it I want it returned to me safely!” “Yes sir!” LORD ORSEL This has to be a sign, this has to mean that I am destined to win after all, after all these centuries, I finally got my break “Hey you! There you ar

Third-person POV "Adrian, it's over. We're done." Adrian picked up his phone and stared at the message for a long time. He did not understand what had gotten into Evelyn lately. She seemed to threaten a breakup at every opportunity. Suppressing the unease in his chest, he typed a response. "Can you stop this? I reserved your favorite French restaurant. Where are you? Call me now." When he pressed send, a red error symbol appeared. Evelyn had actually blocked him.

He leaned forward to take in more of the intoxicating scent of Jasmine, his eyes closed and he unconsciously leaned closer to her neck taking in the refreshing smell but at the moment she turned her face to the side, their noses brushed against each other, halting their movements. His eyes opened, feeling her move. His world stopped meeting a pair of earthly green orbs. Hazel caged her pupil while green guarded the iris. Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big

I could sense the calm in his mind as he reached out to me internally. "We bring a message," Oris spoke calmly, but still remaining intimidating as he brought himself closer to Rory "The Summer Pack will bring you down Rory Roth, you and your Pack," Oris paused, and I was taken aback by the confidence in his demeanour and voice as he threatened Rory "You will be made to pay for what you've done to Elsie. Theo, Kai and I will cause you incredible torment if you don't return her to us safely,"

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

She just shifts the gun awkwardly in her hands. Finally, Jasper returns to human form, followed quickly by Zach and myself. “What are you doing here?” Jasper demands. “My name is Orsina,” she says, looking nervous. “I’m the youngest daughter of the bear clan.” “Which is why you shouldn’t be in the wolf pack’s territory,” Zach snarls. “I know, I know,” Orsina says. “But - just hear me out, okay?” “Not sure we have any other choice while you’re pointing that gun at us,” Jasper says.

He floated elegantly towards the elder god, determined and gusty. Orus leaned slightly forward. He was heavily dressed in an elegant green costume, gold belt, wrist bands and boots. At each sides of his shoulders, he had golden horns and on his head, he was wearing a Viking designed helmet. His eyes were gold and plain, pointy nose and nearly curved lips. His rightness bellowed in the universe as he bent forward to see the bee sized figure before him. "Visits here is rampant but not especially from classed entities. It has been long since I've had a pleasant visit from an entity as powerful as you." Orus said, his voice echoed throughout the space like the universe itself spoke at Clancy.

He could have died at any time if she didn’t pay attention to him. Olympias carried Tyr on her back and entered the memorial park as quickly as she could. She was followed closely by Ortwin. Ortwin suffered a serious internal injury after fighting the afterimage that was condensed from Clovis’ inner strength just now. At the same time, Ortwin was completely taken aback by the discovery. Clovis had already mastered Empyrean Script to the ninth level, which he had not expected. His strength may have reached an alarming level in this case.

The ship he had supposedly died on. On the main viewscreen, an image resolved. Not of the city. Not of the garden. It was a star chart. An old one. And moving through it was a designation: OR-1. The Ouroboros. A new voice, harsh and synthetic, boomed through the core, overriding the garden’s gentle whisper. >OR-1 STATUS: DORMANT. PLANETARY CONDITIONS: NON-STERILE. PROTOCOL 7: FAILED. INITIATING DIAGNOSTIC.

Lira was already radiating heat, her eyes fixed on the dais where Orion stood, her claws extending and retracting in a rhythmic display of hunger. Orion didn’t look like a king; he looked like a storm held together by skin and leather. His eyes scanned the crowd, indifferent to the displays of submission and the pheromones thick enough to choke a human. Isabella’s heart hammered against her ribs. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was a trophy, a servant, a speck of dust in the gears of their ancient politics. But when those eyes finally stopped, they didn’t land on Lira. They locked onto Isabella.