Osora Arias Novels & Stories

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.

The reporters were not left behind, they bombarded her with questions from all sides. “How does it feel to be the rising star of the season?” “Are you the one behind Keisha’s comeback?” “How did a good designer like you stay under the radar these years?” Ria smiled through it, she shook hands and answered until her cheeks ached and her feet screamed in pain. From the side of the hall, Madam Garcia stood with her arms loosely folded and her signature red lips curled into a faint smile. The flashes from the cameras reflected on her diamond earrings but she wasn’t interested in the press. Her eyes were fixed on Ria.

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.

Then it lowered to Rey, limp and unconscious in his arms. "You took a life on sacred grounds," the priestess said. Her voice was low, rich, and emptied of fear. Orion's jaw tightened. "It had to be done." The priestess moved further into the room, her presence unnerving in its calm. "No," she replied, her tone a blade of certainty. "You did it because you wanted to." Her words slid beneath his armor like a knife. Orion didn't argue; the truth in her words needed no confession though his pride refused to bend. He said nothing, his silence a shield, but the taste of ash coated his tongue.

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

"Do you think you would've recognized him if you saw him?" Ara shook her head. "I'm unsure. Why am I here? This is clearly a psychiatric intensive-care unit. Am I mad? Have I hurt anyone?" Karee finally met her eye. "For your own good I think it's best I speak with your family first. Can you help me contact them?" "Sure," Ara replied. "BRAN, she's not well," Karee Deusdado said to Bran Quejado, her former university classmate in college who is a detective now. He's the top agent of the team deployed to raid the Hildred's human trafficking.

​ANG STRATEGY NG REYNA ​Si Aria, na ngayon ay puno ng enerhiya mula sa Eternal Spark, ay humakbang sa harap. Ang kanyang presensya ay nagpatahimik sa lahat. Ang gintong kislap sa kanyang mga mata ay nagpapakita ng awtoridad na hindi matitibag. ​"Hindi natin sila lalabanan nang isa-isa," sabi ni Aria. "Gagamitin natin ang mga Obelisks laban sa kanila. Liam, kaya mo bang i-reverse ang polarity ng mga toreng 'yan?"

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Aris was at my back and he even had the guts to lean his handsome face on my right shoulder just to pry on Kevin’s phone. I glanced at him but he only winked at me with his dimples showing off. I scrolled endlessly and all I could see were different news and posts about the two of us. There was even a sponsored broadcast with a caption: Aris Sandoval was More Than A Winner with Drey Laxamana. I was about to dismiss it but I just didn’t know how to react after seeing that it was actually posted by La Hermosa Modelos’ public page—my modeling agency. I didn’t open the article because it was obviously all for publicity.

After we all ate, and Arisa admitted I could cook we gathered in the living room. "Alright Arisa, times up. What's your story?" I asked. Liz just sat next to me nodding seriously. Arisa took a big breath before replying. "My full name is Arisella Alperen. I am 16 years old. I won't sugar coat it. I am an orphan, or at least I was. I was taken in by a man who simply needed a pawn. He put me into a harsh training so I can kill demons." I tensed slightly at this but didn't stop her. "At first, I seemed to be the perfect pawn, but when I was 14, I noticed something wasn't right. I was told that demons experience no emotion and kill humans for the fun of it, and sure I have come across those, but