The Warsaw Orphan Novels & Stories

Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

‎The Past ‎ ‎As Cassian sat there, still coming down from the high of the orgasm, bound and exposed, the present blurred into fragments of the past. The pressure of Orion's hand on his cock began again, more painful than the last, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulled at those old threads, forcing him to remember. It started with the chaos of that gang war, years ago, when he was still building his empire after taking over from his mother due to her poor health. He was twenty three then, a ruthless force known as Mammon, carving out territory in the city's underbelly with fists, knives and bullets. The air had smelled heavily of gunpowder and blood that night, the streets littered with the b

Hundreds of thousands of lives have been lost over this never-ending war, leaving people who grew up like me, alone. I stare at my reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror of my studio apartment. Same dull eyes, same untamable hair, same unremarkable face that's carried me through eighteen years of existence. Nothing special about Lena Hargrove, just another war orphan trying to survive another day. I've been a ward of the state, technically, since I was 12. I have been on my own. I have a studio apartment in a decent enough area and my bills have always been covered, a compensation for the loss of both parents in service to the war. Honestly, I can't really remember them now, they were bar

Olga was ailing after years spent in the humid kitchen of the boarding house. It was at this time that Anja had to make the hard choice of sending him out to work. There was an opening at the orphanage, they were looking for someone to clean the rooms and serve the staff. It didn’t matter that he was not a native, he was hired simply because the Administrator, Isaiah Kopano, a short pudgy man, took pity on the young mother and her malnourished son and gave him the job. Nate worked hard, he was fluent in the language and his mother tongue. His sharp gray eyes missed nothing. The orphanage had a library with sparse books of places of the world. Since the orphans who lived there barely spent th

"We have to leave tonight. Once we get to the border, I'll denounce the pack, and you can accept Ians' rejection, and then we'll be free from this hell." "Okay," I say, getting up to grab some snacks to put in our duffle bag for when we leave. "Ohh, just one more thing," Jess says, and I turn around to look at her. "The new orphan girl, we have to take her with us." "What? You want to kidnap an orphan? Are you out of your mind?" I ask, looking at her in shock. "She's a rogue wolf. Not a pack member. Once she turns seventeen they will execute her." She says. I have no arguments because I couldn't bare the thought of knowing we left a defenseless child behind to be killed by these monsters, so

They took the oracle to the deepest part of the village where the rebels lived, to give him time to concentrate on divining the future that awaited them. "You must prepare for war, it is inevitable. Blood corrupts the enemy, so you must watch your necks if you want to win," that's all the oracle says, who was in the middle of what looked like a ritual. "Blood? Neck? Maybe we'll have to face vampires after all, this looks very bad," Marcus says. "I don't know, but we won't be afraid to face the people who want to harm us, so let's arm ourselves with courage and eradicate evil from the world. And if we need to go to war to achieve that, so be it," says Lyra optimistically.

General Darrell Storm. He stood tall in his ceremonial armor, dark green cloak trimmed in the colours of house Storm. His jaw was set in stone, gaze unreadable. The boy I'd once known, the one who teased me and taught me how to fish — was gone. In his place was a man shaped by war and power. My heart thudded like hooves on dry land.

Around her neck hung a strip of yellow cloth marked with a black symbol Evelyn did not recognize. The girl’s eyes moved over the rifles, the trucks, the faces. Then she looked straight at Evelyn. “You’re the one from the signal spur,” she said. Evelyn’s grip tightened. Warren stepped forward half a pace. “Who are you?” The girl swallowed. When she spoke, her voice shook, but it was her own. “My name is Tessa Orra.” Warren went very still. The girl lifted her chin with the brittle pride of someone carrying a name too heavy for her bones.

“You know what I’m reading, of course you do.” “I haven’t researched it as I stalked you on camera if that’s what you’re referring to.” Max smiled. “It’s a novel about a woman who rescued thousands of children by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto in World War II.” “Sounds heroic,” Max said. “I’ve just started, seems good so far.” Abby paused. Max seemed different, more reserved if it was possible. Reserved and distracted. “What’s wrong? Have you heard something?” His eyes shot to hers. “What makes you say that?”

So I end the call and text her that I will call her in the evening. On my way to the dungeons, I grab a granola bar and bottle of water to have something after the rough night. We have dungeons under the packhouse and I made it into the worst prison ever. Everybody knows that when if someone stays alive one night, it's just that it wasn't me who tortures him. I am not very proud of my reputation because I don't love to torture someone, I just can't stand rogues and their way of thinking. They think that they can just run on my territory whenever they can and that pack is stupid and sometimes they just don't like to listen to orders from alphas and they want to do what they want. So I have to