Ratu Orion Novels & Stories

“And if they’re not, everything Life and Death won in the war will be returned.” “And let me guess,” Anton says, his voice flat. “Orion was born, triggering the start of the curse. And that eclipse happens in about…twenty weeks?” “Twenty-one,” Laila says, turning a smile on him like she thinks he’s quite clever. “The God of Death wanted Orion to have at least a little time for a honeymoon before he takes over the responsibilities of ruling the Underworld and the Deadlands both.”

It was Orion, a former member of their pack who had chosen a solitary life years ago. Eva approached Orion cautiously, her voice firm yet compassionate. "Orion, what brings you here? Why have you returned with such aggression?" Orion's voice trembled with rage and sorrow as he spoke. "Eva, I have come with dire news. A rival pack, the Bloodmoon Clan, seeks to invade our territory. They are ruthless and relentless, driven by a hunger for power. We must prepare ourselves for the impending danger."

Az complained, earning a well aimed hit to the chest from me. "Okay okay... Let's talk after settling down somewhere." Uncle suggested, leading us to the sofa. "So... You owe us an explanation." After I cuddled comfortably between her and Az, my mother said, looking straight at uncle. "Fine. But first... I think I need to introduce myself properly to these two kids." He said after agreeing with my mother and we sharpened our ears, eager to know the reason behind us being kidnapped. "I'm Orion. The first male hunter of moon goddess's huntresses and the best hunter of all time." He introduced, perking my attention to its full notch.

Because if I didn’t keep space between us… If I let myself fall into the pull he still had over me… I was terrified I’d break all over again. After what felt like an entire lifetime standing outside in the cold, the door finally opened. Orion stepped out, looking like he belonged on the cover of some luxury magazine. He wore a dark three-piece suit that fit him like it was made just for him—which it probably was. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower, pushed back neatly, and he didn’t spare me even a glance. One of his guards pulled up the car—a sleek black Lamborghini that shimmered under the morning sun. The engine purred softly, like something dangerous.

"You can't just take my roommate." Orion responds in a collected tone, "She is not your mate." "And on the night of Lupercalia, she will be mine." I despise the way my foolish and horny mind instantly jumps to the scenes I've been fantasizing about ever since the last time I saw Orion . These are the scenes of me being chained up in the ceremonial chamber with Orion 's clawed claws grasping my wrists and pinning me between the rough wooden post and his straining muscles. I loathe the way my mind works.

Tattoos covered his hands, though they were partly hidden as he slid them into his pockets. Orion was the elder brother of Matheus. Rumors often described him as a playboy, a man who carried himself with careless confidence. He was known to be cold toward anyone he considered beneath his status, and he was also a fierce Alpha. “You’re… my mate?” he asked, his voice laced with both disgust and irritation. Aurora swallowed hard and the movement visible in her throat. Her gaze moved from Matheus to Orion and then back to Matheus again, confusion swirling in her eyes.

'I don't know but we have to try. My eyes flutter closed as soon as a bright white light flashes in front of me. I try to stand but my body is fighting me, I just start falling. It felt like I was falling for hours before landing on the ground, standing up. 'Where are we?' My wolf questions. "Your in the clouds Atticus. What can I do for you?" A beautiful women asks. 'Is this Selene?' My wolf asks. "Yes my child. I am Selene, goddess of the moon." She says smiling at me. "I need my mate! She is missing! I can't find her, I came to ask for help." I explain. "She's missing?" Selene questions. I explain what happened from when she attacked me and Cain to now.

Rhys and I prepared our bond strengthening. Yara and other allies rallied around us. On the night of the trial, the council chamber filled. The moon shone bright, its power surging through us. Talia presented her case, her words venomous. "Mara isn't worthy," she said. "She's not one of us." Rhys stood, his voice unwavering. "Mara is my true mate," he declared. "Chosen by the moon." The council elder nodded. "The moon will decide."

But, he wasn't. " Daddy, I am here. Catch me," Rion said with his baby voice. Roman said touching VR suddenly," Catch me, Daddy." Chuckling brightly VR forwarded his legs. His brows curled with confusion after touching a soft body. Removing the blindfold, he adjusted to the sudden light and found that Orni was standing in front of her. He gulped down looking at her furious eyes. " Mumma.....Mumma.........He said he is our Daddy too," Roman & Rion said happily running towards Orni.

He saw a stranger where his mate should be, a ghost where a person used to be. Orion, ever the strategist, studied me with a cold, detached intensity. He was not looking at a person. He was looking at a power source, a tactical advantage, a threat. He would scribble notes in a leather-bound journal, trying to make sense of the magic, to categorize it, to find a way to control it. He saw the queen, not the woman he had sworn to protect. He saw an equation, and he couldn't solve it.