Novel & Cerita Orys I

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

I didn’t want trouble over a simple errand. When I opened the front door of the modern mansion, the living room was completely quiet. No barking, no litter box, no food bowls, no leashes—nothing you’d expect for a pet. A neatly dressed woman stood near the sofa, looking tense, as if she’d been waiting for me. I paused politely. “Hi, I’m with the errand service here to feed Mimi. Where’s the pet?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. She wore a Bluetooth earpiece, and someone was clearly talking to her on the other end.

Orni whispered letting out a deep breath. She isn't scared of VR anymore but there is no way she can trust him again. She was falling into depression by the situation she was in. Orni's eyes shot open feeling a pair of strong & rough hands circling her petite waist. She felt some callous finger removing her hair from her back and hot breath fanning on her skin. The strong masculine scent was for Orni to understand who the person was. Disgust crawled upon her skin feeling his lips brushing on her neck. She tried to wriggle but his strong arms subdued her all struggle.

“Alpha, your mate is still alive, although he’s going through a crisis at the moment-“ the seer replied, but wasn’t able to finish his explanation, as a worried Isabel interrupted him. “What kind of crisis?” “You need not to worry, alpha. It’s a personal crisis.” “What do you mean by that? Do you have the slightest idea who he is to me?” “Isabel contain yourself!” Rodrigo cautioned his daughter with an authoritative voice because he couldn’t risk anything happening to their pack seer. Isabel inhaled deeply and asked the seer to continue. “This mission is a difficult one, alpha, because, your opponent is of equal strength as you, and he may be more prepared…”

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

“I know every inch of you. There is nothing about you I haven't already seen.” Heat instantly rushed into my face. “Osiris!” “What? I answered truthfully. I could hear the smile in his voice. He stepped in front of me, and gosh… every other thought vanished from my mind. Osiris looked magnificent. He wore the ancient ceremonial robes of the Kessler Alpha. Black fabric draped elegantly over his broad shoulders. A thick gray wolf-fur collar framed his neck. Dark leather straps crossed his chest, fastened with engraved silver clasps, ancient Kessler symbols shimmering along the sleeves.

I’ve been working long hours, avoiding the politics of the pack. Something about the whole “contract Luna” bothers me deep to my core. I don’t know why. I get it, all packs need a strong Luna, it makes them better, it completes the Alpha. It just doesn’t seem like something that should be done via contract. I don’t know why the kiss happened, but still that was amazing. His scent of coffee and caramel smelled wonderful. It doesn’t help that the three of them are beautiful to look at. Osiris stands 6’9” tall, in his human form. He has a coffee-colored complexion with turquoise eyes rimmed in emerald-green. His hair is a wavy, dark, midnight black with shiny, copper highlights all throughout.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

I explained. “Crap.” Orel cursed. “Don’t worry about your wife Orel, she has a good head on her shoulders and she has a third eye watching and guiding her.” “Cory?” Orel said with distaste. “No, her goddess.” I replied simply and kept quiet, I was done talking. Orel could handle the rest of his thought process by himself. ******************************************************** THEMIS POV

It’s because my Oriska nature is attracted to those who need it most. I blinked without understanding what an Oriska was. — I’m sorry, I speak as if Her Highness was born on Corvo Island and knew that the world of humans goes far beyond just humans. An Oriska is a kind of woman who is born with an ability to reassure people around her. It’s not something I can turn on or off inside me, all the people who know me are attracted to my Oriska aura, and I’m attracted to people who need me. I end up being drawn to them and bonding suddenly. Oriskas are basically like a walking tranquilizer, but much more effective than anyone else.