Ratu Orion Novels & Stories

"Gracie, I knew you were amazing. That's our son! He's the perfect hybrid! Quick, let me hold him! If we work together, with the Bloodspring, we'll be invincible!" I looked at him coldly and took a step back, moving away from his filthy hands. Orion, in my arms, seemed to sense the repulsive aura. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and buried his face in my shoulder. "You've got two things wrong, Justin." My voice was ice. "First, his name is Orion. He is the future king of the Moonlit Alliance. He has nothing to do with you." "And second, what makes you think you have the right to touch him?"

I crawled into the plush bed, the softness of the blankets enveloping me like a warm embrace. Obsidian eyes filtered into my mind and my heart clenched. How was Orion? Was he okay? Did he miss…me? Closing my eyes, I let the darkness swallow me whole, drifting into a restless sleep haunted by dreams of crazy celestials, obsidian and azure-eyed gods. |ORION| Standing before the Council of my realm, Lotar was positioned a short distance away from me on the platform. They supported my rule, as if they had no other choice. They were a group of gods and celestial creatures.

Orion locked his hand with Daughtry's, and I would be lying if I didn't say I wasn't turned on watching his presence dominate another Alpha. "Nice to finally meet you in person, Orion." Daughtry nodded before dropping his hand to his side. "This is Matt; he is my Gamma, and that is his mate, Pru." Orion gestured to Matt and Pru as they stepped around the vehicle. "This here is Iris. She's a pack warrior." "And pretty much his personal assistant." Iris snorted as she slammed her door shut.

Orion said if his jaw clenched any tighter he probably would break it. “All I know is the person who is spying on you for my father is currently on The North Star. They were also on Ariadne’s Crown and Andromeda. That's all I know. I don't think there's any harm or foul play in the works, just spying and reporting back.” Patrick said, trying to show respect but also preparing himself to go rounds with Orion if he went to attack him. Orion could feel his body shaking even if it wasn't visible. He took a deep breath, he wanted to trust patrick. He seemed true to his word. The passion when he talked about his fathers company and wanting to right wrongs seemed real.

I saw the way she watched the wolf. Her own wolf was drawn to him, her twin’s aura surged as she watched my youngest son’s wolf take its first form. The small smirk she wore had my blood run cold, she waved off my worries with an eye roll. Tartarus was a huge black wolf with a gold crescent moon on his forehead and gold eyes. Orion thought I was worrying too much that he was born to rule that army for his brother. Orion touches my hand pulling me from my inner thoughts of our son and his wolf. He has a slight frown on his face, so I offer him a small smile.

“At least let your horns grow before you take this step. Sage Winters may be an outsider, but she is right. You are no match for me.” “I want your throne, Lord Saturn. I have taken a lot of souls to be here, nothing will stop me from my desire.” Orion declared. Saturn stepped into the the Arena. “You have already lost. Desire is not enough.” The creature named Orion charged at Saturn but before he could reach the Lord of of Tartarus, he halted in pain and began to clutch at his neck frantically as if something was choking him. “Foolish cur,” Saturn grumbled in a bored deadly tone. “You have forgotten that the very air you breath is by my grace.”

In a world that had just taught him loyalty was an illusion, trusting someone who embodied the very rules of the clan felt like suicide. Orion understood. He turned from the table and walked toward the narrow window overlooking the frozen valley. Across the shimmering expanse of the lake, the Silent Moon Pavilion stood alone, Rayden’s gilded prison. “Loyal to the council,” Orion murmured, almost to himself, “Or to the principles she believes the council represents? Those are not the same thing.”

I blush and admit, “I don't know what it could mean, but I have never been aroused, not until I saw Viktor with you and your gaping hole dripping and glistening with your mingled fluids.” “Oh, fair Juliette! Let us rest and we will ponder this at a later date. It is late and I feel like we need to get you home before we find answers,” Orion says, pulling me into his warm, strong arms. If he is an Omega bear, his brothers must be enormous! I come up to his nipples. Orion pulls pants on and Viktor does as well and we settle into the enormous bed to sleep. When I awaken, we are already on the road with Orion driving a big, old pick-up truck.

The veins in his forearm stood out, his muscles trembling with restrained rage. "Do you think taking what's mine makes you powerful?" Orion growled. "You think this throne will save you from me?" He released him suddenly, letting Iver crumple to the ground, gasping for air. "Call for the council to convene," Orion ordered, turning away. His cloak snapped behind him as he strode toward the doors. "I want an audience for what I intend to do." He stopped, resting his hand on the cold brass handles. "And Iver," he said without looking back, "pray the goddess grants you mercy, because I won't."

, he called and pointed with his head to the main ridge of the docking bay. Zephyr came to our ship. On her side, a man I've never seen had. He was older, his skin was deeply tanned by an infamous high sun, and he wore a heavy armor of forged star silver with strange, circular runes was decorated. His eyes were not blue as those of Zephyr; they had the dark, deep color of liquid obsidian. “Captain Jada, Commander Kael,” Zephyr began and denied respect. “This is Ratsherr Orion from the Outer Shears. He is three days through the heavy