Rumah Oren Novels & Stories

She bit down on her bottom lip, following behind him as he shoved one door open and stepped in first, scanning the space with sharp, feral precision before gesturing for her to follow. The room was small and dingy, with a fireplace in the corner covered in snow coming in through the chimney, broken pieces of furniture lying around and a cabinet in what looked like a makeshift kitchen, but the roof was still intact for the most part. Without a word, Orion crossed to it, rummaging through the shelves. They were empty, except for a few wooden utensils and a single rusted can of baked beans. He picked it up, examining it in his hand before glancing over his shoulder.

I turn around and make my way deeper into our pack territory, heading for my office at my house. “Yes, Alpha,” Renzo says as he bows his head. He and the rest of the warriors find a stash of clothes that we keep hidden in the trees throughout our territory. I enter my home, which I designed myself. It’s a large house with floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere. The windows are all one-way glass, so you can’t see inside. The interior is made up of dark wood and beams. It’s sleek and modern and easy to get out if there’s an emergency.

My back cracks and I crack my neck, feeling my body become as loose as possible after being asleep in such a small space for so long. I turn and look at the house. It is cute, really, in comparison to Soren’s mansion back home. Instead of having multiple stories, it is just one floor but it makes up for side in its square footage, the length of the home much longer than I thought it would be. It is painted white, although some of the paint has been chipped and is beginning to peel away. “Is it safe here?” I ask, turning to look up at Soren once he takes his place at my side.

I hop from one world to another constantly, but I have always found Earth to be the most beautiful of the three (no bias, seriously). Oren has its charms with its soaring mountain ranges that far outsize anything that you could see on Earth, their cities usually twice or thrice as large as any City State anywhere else. For some reason, dwarven architecture focused on space--creating as much of it as possible, and filling it up with anything you can possibly imagine. Very much like a beehive or an anthill. I've been to Mister Louie's place in New York a few times, and let me tell you that if you ever find yourself invited to a dwarf residence, it's best to stay put unless you have someone who

"Mate?" Orene said, looking at Leo with enlarged hazel eyes, which then returned to me. "Well, I'll be d*mned. It's a pleasure to meet you both, and we're so happy to have you. Come with me, you have to meet Gwenna. She's been driving me crazy waiting for you to return." We followed Orene through the living room, which perfectly fit two long sectionals and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, into the central kitchen.

Dead leaves littered the porch as they climbed up the short wooden stairs that looked like nobody had used in years. Omar opened the unlocked door as the first set of lightning struck. They went in, Ro holding her chest. He pulled her close as she turned around to look at the house. There were worn out sofas and everywhere was dusty, the dark blue color of the room was almost gone. Ro stiffened and slowly backed away till she collided into Omar's chest. "Don't make a sound," she whispered. "What?" he whispered back. She pointed at something and Omar stifled a laugh. He gently pushed Ro away from the door and opened it. Then he took off his shoe and threw it.

I say. Theo drives me to the Omega house. The house is on the outskirts of the rest of the pack’s homes. Theo pulls into the older home where the Omegas live. The house is a small log cabin with a big front porch. There is a small garden and a tire swing in a tree. A young blonde woman comes out to see what is going on and why Theo is there this time of day. She walks to the truck and places her hand on the window. “Hey, Theo, what’s up? What did we do now?” She asks.

The house is Richmond, has three bedrooms and three baths and is located in a residential complex where only humans stay, so auntie Jen was the only werewolf when she stayed here. With over 2000sf, the two level end unit boasts 16 'ceilings in the living and dining room. Also on the main floor are the open space kitchen and family room that is a blasphemy for any werewolf who lives in a packhouse and has a very clear delimited space. The kitchen is always a place for omegas, not an open area. The house has upstairs two extra large bedrooms, one with walk-in closet and cheater unsuited, and a large open den / flex area with skylights for a great home office, that is a suite in the real sense

Grant would find a chance to make her do that. While Grant thought about that, they'd arrived at the Renner family house. It was just as Olivia had said—the Renners were not poor. They were one of the most well-off families in the village, at least. They lived in a house similar to that of the other villagers in size, but it had tiled walls and a yard. The yard was huge, and the Renners planted vegetables such as eggplants and peppers. They'd also reared a brood of hens that were clucking.

He pressed his hand against a digital panel, and after a moment, the heavy metal groaned and slid aside. Inside was a room that looked like something from a different century. There were old books, maps made of paper, and screens dozens of them showing live feeds from different parts of Oakhaven. It wasn't the polished, clean technology of the government towers. This was raw, messy, and real. "This is the Resistance base," Leo said, gesturing to the room. I looked around, stunned. There were other people here, teenagers, mostly, sitting at terminals or cleaning gear. They didn't look like the drones from the Academy. They looked tired, yes, but they also looked alive. They were talking, laug