Ratu Orion Novels & Stories

“When Orion died, the news didn’t reach us for some weeks. He and his army protected this city and many others who recognized him as a King. Many years ago, when he came here, he offered us protection and peace if we, the council, would keep the location of his mate and daughter hidden. Of course, the council agreed, and Orion took residence in the Megaron. I was just a boy then, but my father was serving on the board at that point and with our family being record keepers, I am privy to the information. As are others.” He stands up and walks over to a caddy in the corner and pours himself a large drink of clear alcohol. The scent of the aniseed wafted up my nose. He knocks it back and pours

Only my name sat there, even in tone, measured like each syllable had been weighed. “Darius.” I kept my voice even. “You drew the short straw tonight?” Frowning now, he stood silent. Duty left no room for choice Ronan moved up, just a step in front. He asked who gave the command His gaze slid sideways toward Ronan, measuring every inch. Alpha Lucien. With him stood Acting Luna Maelis Elara let out a short, bitter laugh. “Acting Luna. Cute title. Does it come with a crown or just a borrowed dress?”

Before Darius could lecture her further, the grand double doors of the hall swung open. Orion Nightbane walked into the room, tossing his heavy leather riding cloak onto a side chair. Orion was Selene’s elder brother, a high-ranking commander in the regional wolf enforcers. At just twenty-four winters, his prowess on the ice and in border combat was renowned across Ironvale City. He unbuttoned his uniform tunic, smiling as he saw Kaelen step into the manor behind him. "Brother-in-law," Orion greeted, walking over to clap a heavy hand onto Kaelen's shoulder.

“And why should we trust you? Who even are you?” “Good question,” he says, then crosses his hand behind his back for the third time. Seems like an habit. He smirks. “I am from Southern Māui. I’m Orion. The man who would revolutionise the Kingdom of Māui and other werewolves and Lycan Kingdoms for good. The man who is here to put a stop to Sven’s rule as King.”

Erin walked ahead, her posture straighter now, the burden of leadership already settling upon her. But Raynor could see the cracks, the moments of hesitation in her gaze, the fleeting doubt that still lingered despite her outward strength. She had awakened the Wolf God’s power, claimed her place as the Moon’s Orphan, and had taken the first steps toward uniting the clans. But there was something deeper inside her that had been left untouched—something raw, something that needed healing.

"—Kairen. Who is… also descended from Aethros." *Complicated,* the voice observed. *But acceptable.* It turned to Orion. He stiffened. "Orion," he said carefully. "Mate to Luna. Alpha of—" *Irrelevant,* the voice interrupted. *You carry her mark. You are bound. You may pass as extension.* Orion's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Finally, the voice addressed Seris. *You,* it said, tone shifting to something almost… fond. *Still walking, old one?*

The long table felt more cramped than usual, tension coiling beneath every polite smile. Halfway through the meal, a councilor named Dorian — one of the oldest and most respected wolves — turned to Aria with a warm smile. “You must feel the Moon’s pull strongly, my dear. Tell us, how has the bond with our Alpha changed him?” Nicole’s jaw tightened, but she kept her gaze fixed on her plate. Aria tilted her head in a show of modesty. “Brian is… more complete now,” she said softly. “I think even he feels it. The Moon Goddess’s will has a way of making everything fall into place.”

“My father was all too happy to accept the help. I’ll be honest, our warriors’ standards are slipping, and from what I’ve seen, between the two of us it shouldn’t take long to whip them back into shape.” Regina and her father have been on my shit list for a while, but I never thought Dad would see just how far things have been allowed to slide. He was promoted to lead warrior after a rogue managed to get past our patrol undetected and make its way to my father’s office before Tyrius, Regina’s father, tore it limb from limb.

"Who's next?" Soren is already moving. Where Orion is golden and playful, this king is dark and intense, with black hair and eyes that burn like embers. He doesn't speak. He just shoves Orion aside and takes his place between my thighs, staring at my swollen pussy like he wants to devour me whole. "She's still sensitive." Orion sounds amused. "Might want to give her a minute."

A voice behind us said, “Tragic, isn’t it? To fly so close to power, only to be consumed by it.” We turned. Orion. He stood tall, wearing a tailored navy suit, his face sharp and elegant, like he’d stepped out of a Renaissance painting. Salt-and-pepper hair. Ice-blue eyes. Calm, collected. Dangerous. “You’ve been busy,” he said, hands folded. “Zurich, Istanbul, now here. Hunting ghosts.” “Ghosts don’t leave trails,” Adrian replied. “But you did.” Orion chuckled softly. “Because I wanted you to find me.”