Orys I Novels & Stories

“Breath shallow but steady. Pupils unequal. We need a clean room and a drip—” “Set up behind the APC,” Lefu said, already turning to put his back between them and the fortress mouth. “Osiris—cover.” Osiris didn’t need telling. He planted himself in the sally-port gap, sword wet and eyes brighter than the floodlights. The sight of Evandra—small, filthy, alive—hit him like a strike; he swallowed the howl that tried to rip free and let it come out as a grin that showed too many teeth. “Took your time,” he told Tristan without looking away from the corridor beyond.

She edged to the side corridor that ran parallel to the vault hall, stopping where a thin notch in the stone let sound through more easily than warders probably intended. Voices filtered down. “…simply want to *confirm* the amount,” a male voice was saying—smooth, offended. “If Tribunal is willing to pay that much for a single asset, Lunaris deserves to know what leverage we hold.” “That “asset” is a person,” Nyra snapped. “And you’re a captain, not a bookmaker.” “This is about security,” the man—Oras—insisted. “If we know the terms, we can anticipate their tactics. “Unbroken”? That suggests they won’t risk permanent harm. That gives us—”

“It makes no godsdamned sense.” “That’s just it, Nero. Siris has been using Boris as a spy for a long time. He trusted the fucker for some reason and someone found out. I contacted Boris this morning. He hasn’t left Romania and from what I’ve dug up after looking into airport databases, he isn’t lying,” Orion says. “It seems someone cloned his phone, so whatever messages Siris was receiving, he thought it was legit.” I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, mulling over what Orion had just said. Osiris let his guard down. He didn’t follow up to find out if it really was Boris, and trusted a few text messages. It doesn’t sound like him at all.

“He’ll expect an ambush. We need someone who knows how he thinks.” Darius added, “Someone who knew him before the exile.” That’s when a voice echoed from the temple door. “Then you need me.” Everyone turned. And Ava’s blood ran cold. Because the man standing in the entrance was supposed to be dead. —THE GHOST RETURNS He was tall. Bronze-skinned. Jet-black hair. Wearing a faded war cloak marked with the broken crescent of the Forsaken Pack. Ava’s voice cracked. “You…” “Hello, Ava,” the man said softly. “I’m Orion. Your father’s second-in-command. And I’ve been watching over you since the day you were born.”

His hands clutched at the wound, blood seeping between his fingers. "The oath is broken," Darius whispered. Lancelot fell. Darius stepped over his body, then dragged it by his hand and approached the vault. He placed Alpha Lancelot's palm against the runes. They flared, screamed, then went dark. The iron doors swung open. Inside, on a pedestal of black stone, rested the Orb. It was not large—no bigger than a human skull—but it pulsed with light that was not light. Colors that did not exist. Power that made my teeth ache. Darius reached out and took it.

The sound of the owl and insects filled her ears. “Oriana.” Her body stiffened as soon as he heard his voice. “Sorry to drag you all the way here.” A shadow from the corner of the mansion walked towards her. “Won’t you really change your mind?” He started calmly. Oriana carefully observed his face. Fortunately, Oriana can properly distinguish Elias from Luis. It was Elias. She looked at his blue eyes filled with emotions she could not understand. “I understand what you want but… out of all the noble family….” He bit his lower lips. “Why?”

I could have murdered them all at that moment, but that's when they showed me them, and there was my mate, her soul, the other half to mine circling round in an orange orb held onto by a Grand-Necromancer named Benjamin. Isodora's user was Francis, and they both promised not to use those orbs as I stayed in line. That was the moment more than my past as a timekeeper's vessel; I would destroy them, save my mate and Isodora, and ride this world of the Draconis Cor.

She wasn't hurt. "Sebastian please step forward," Silva, the head of the council stated. She was the oldest council member and was dressed in white completely. Each member had their own signature colour and it is the colour of their eyes; Enits is blue while Heed is gold. All members are female, except for Dakel (silver) who is Heed's brother. "Morning Council." I greeted then sat down. "Mark please also sit." She smiled as Mark sat down next to me. The table was now completely full.

"I think that's absolutely beautiful, baby. Olympia Magdalene Harald." Iris feels a tear slip down her face at the mention of her mother's name. "That's perfect." Olympia lets out a cute little yawn and both her parents chuckles. Luca chuckles when Iris makes grabby hands to hold their little girl. He gently places Olympia in her hands. Iris looks down at her child with love and happiness in her eyes. "I'm proud of us, Luca." "No-" Luca shakes his head, his eyes meeting hers. "I'm proud of you."

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"