The Orphans Novels & Stories

As I was about to get down from the train , I decided that even if the universe had turned everything against me, I wouldn't allow a stranger to just molest meso j turned to the bastard, showing him my middle finger" "Hey , I can't want something that doesn't exist" I left the man stuttering in embarrassment amidst Jeers as I came down from the train, I felt relieved. Standing in front of the orphanage I had grown up in only unnerved me. It had originally been built by the pack to house children who lost their families in the great werewolf wars but now it was a place that housed just about any orphan . I was one of those orphans. And I also knew that it was about to shut down, if we didn't

Right, I forgot that he is in charge of that, since we had opened an orphanage for the kids that lost their parents through a rogue attack or just being abandoned after being born we give them in the house to stay until they could get adopted or graduate college, they have a choice to stay with us or go somewhere else to make their own life. Believe it or not, some parents, after they give birth to their pups, would immediately say that they don't want the pups, and that’s why we have opened a place for them to feel safe and protected until they find a lovely family to live with. Arlo being the one in charge of the Orphanage is not a surprise because his best friend grew up in the Orphanage

I need this final plan to work because if I’m still here in a few days when I turn eighteen, I will be subjected to the disgusting practice werewolves call Mercy, where suitable eighteen-year-old humans are selected by werewolves to be their pets. That’s all this orphanage is: a grounds for grooming human children into eventual “pets”. In this world ruled by werewolves, we have no say in who our masters become. We are merely commodities awaiting sale, knowing that most pets end up as nothing more than corpses to be disposed of.

Lira My heart was pounding but I kept my voice steady. "I'm from Blackwood. I grew up in an orphanage there. And yes, I don't have formal records, but that's not unusual for orphans in Blackwood." "How convenient," Zuri said. "It's not convenient, it's common." I reached the bottom of the stairs and forced myself to look directly at her. "Blackwood has dozens of illegal orphanages. Small operations that take in children born to rogues or wolves who died without packs. They don't keep formal records because most of them are just trying to survive, not run legitimate institutions. The children are used for labor, for service, for whatever the operators can profit from. That's the reality of be

Then a pause. “They take the ones who won't be missed loudly enough.” My jaw tightened. “Orphans,”Tobias said quietly. Noah nodded. "And children from families with no influence. No money. No connection.” The words sat heavy in the air. As if those children's lives weren't already hard enough. As if being abandoned, neglected, or unseen wasn't already a burden, They were being taken by deranged animals. Because calling them humans would be a stretch. “For what?” Tobias asked, though his tone suggested he already knew.

The black ink from the Moonstone had traveled up my wrist, mapping my veins in dark, bruised lines that reached all the way to my shoulder. "You look terrible, child," Nazim said. He dipped a finger into the bowl of scarlet feathers and began to stir. The sound was like dry husks grinding together. "The Orphan gift is a parasite. It doesn't use your energy. It uses your history. Every time you flare that red light, you lose a piece of who you were." "Shut up," I rasped. My voice sounded deeper, edged with a growl that wasn't mine.

My eyes followed his tall frame as he left. “He sure is something,” Rhaeya commented and I laughed. Because yes, he honestly was. “We should get going now,” she reminded and we strode towards the door. My eyes raked the front of the Orphanage. It hadn't changed one bit. Still old, rundown and shabby looking. Even a stable looked better maintained. My memories traced back to when I was still here. They were the worst eighteen years of my life. Some Omegas who found themselves here were abandoned when their parents couldn't provide anymore or never actually could. Mine was amongst the rare few.

In awe, I turn to Melanie and exclaim, "Oh my goddess, this place is so luxurious and fine. Who created such an orphanage for children? They must be incredibly kind-hearted." Melanie smiled warmly and replied, "You know, Mia, it's actually the triplet alphas of the Moon Claw Pack who created this orphanage. They are the ones behind this incredible place, and it's considered the biggest orphanage in the entire country." "Triplets? There are triplets in this country?" I asked surprised. How come I didn't know? "Of course! The formidable Alpha Triplets! You should see this trio! Total panty wetters!" Melanie began.

Nyxoria replied. “You’re not an orphan, Nyxoria,” Ora replied quietly. Nyxoria shrugged. "I lost both my parents, I was there when they were buried so of course I am an orphan." Ora sighed. "Fine, I am sorry for using your body to seek justice."

My grip on the steering tightened as I sped down the road. I had only one destination in mind as the radio blared 90’s music. Young Ones’ Orphanage. The place where it all started. Where I grew up, got adopted, and where my children were currently stuck. The thought sent shivers down my spine. If all laces — of all dungeons, Lovie sent my kids to a battleground. “… sources are currently confirming the situation, but from reports, it is clear that the building has caught fire.”