Novel & Cerita Sirius Orion Black

The Black Hollow Pack crest. He crouched beside it and looked at it for a long moment without touching it. Orion crouched beside him and was quiet in the way Orion was quiet when he was thinking through something serious. "He is not hiding anymore," Orion said. "No," Darius said. "He is not."

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

Streetlights cast golden pools of light along the way. At the end of the drive, massive iron gates stood open. Beyond them, Blackwood Manor rose like something from a dream. Or a nightmare. The main house was enormous. Three stories of classic architecture, all stone and tall windows. Wings extended from either side, creating a U-shape around a circular driveway with a fountain at its center. Lights blazed from dozens of windows, making the entire structure glow against the darkening sky. “This is…” I couldn’t find words. “Home,” Seraphina said simply. “For over two hundred years, this has been the seat of Nightfall Pack leadership.”

Blakely The look I gave him was so brutally dry that he laughed. I tried not to be mesmerized by the musical sound of it. “Despite what you might think, Orion doesn’t enjoy killing. We were created for one purpose, to serve the moon goddess. Finding Lunette, freeing her from her shackles, it’s something we cannot fight. Removing the curses that bind us is the first step in doing just that.” I picked at the dead skin on my lip. “Okay. How can you go about doing that without killing me? If I’m the key or whatever, then don’t you need me alive?”

I mean look at me I hardly come up to his chest , don't get me wrong I have had many men interested in me but they were more than wanting me as i was undefeated in the cage . Orion is a god , his scent alone is pure Alpha he smells of sandalwood and vanilla . His hair is so thick and curly , it always shines . I find myself wanting to touch it , I smile to myself . It's his eyes that get me. They look at me like he can see my soul with those bright green incredible eyes . I sat and daydreamed for another ten minutes then made up my mind.

The boys were very friendly except for the black-haired one, called Zaden Black– suitable enough. He is leading the way, the furthest in front, constantly checking the surrounding. The one with a golden brown beard and man bun is Orion. The blond with blue eyes who looked way younger than the rest is Sitka. They engaged in conversation throughout the walk. Orion seem to pivot to Selena more, trying to get her involved but Selena was way too tired to give lengthy feedback.

To activate the System Deity, the owner must feed it with his own energy to light up all the imprint on its body, then it would spread automatically at the back of the owner's neck like a wristwatch, and after it was stuck on the owner's neck, they could follow up by whispering the word 'RESONANCE'. System Deity was a super system that boosted the mortal body. Even if the user had been stabbed to his/her heart or head, they won't die. Even if the health points reached zero...he won't die as long as he was in resonance with the system deity. But he/she would revert back to a normal person again and their resonance would be canceled automatically, then they couldn't use resonance for a month o

’ Sirius took the whisky and downed it in one handing back the glass for a refill, ‘He will face trial for treason against the Pack. He deliberately kidnapped Luna and raped her, and then he choked her to death, these are the facts. He will die for this.’ Anders could hear the pain in his voice, ‘He is your Son Sirius, your flesh and blood, you can show him compassion’ Sirius looked up and his eyes glowed golden they were filled with a cold fury, ‘He murdered my Mate while he was raping her, he got off on killing her and you want me to show him compassion? Really?’

“Ah—y–yes, Mr Black—” “It’s unfortunate,” Orion interrupted smoothly, in a tone that carried no regret at all, “that the traits your daughter spoke of are yet to be seen, Cain.” All the color drained from Cain’s face. “I’m so—” “Save it,” Orion said, casually nudging his champagne glass aside. “Your daughter was missing for years, and this is how you welcome her?” He shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t do business with murderers.” “Murder—” Cain gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. “Mr Blackwood, I am no murderer. I don’t know what my daughter told you, but this is all a misunderstanding.”

Firelight danced across the carved beams overhead, throwing shifting shadows over the gathered pack. Her path took her close enough to the dais that she could see Orion clearly. He wore black tonight—a simple shirt and trousers, the fabric cut to move with him rather than encumber him. The Moonshadow crest was pinned at his shoulder in silver, the crescent moon gleaming faintly each time the flames caught it. His dark hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck. The scar along his cheekbone, barely noticeable from a distance, lent his face a certain hard-earned gravity up close.