The Warsaw Orphan Novels & Stories

I walked as fast as I dared, constantly sniffing and listening for guards. I passed Mathais’ room, listening as he snores lightly in his sleep. I also smell the scent of one of the female warriors we brought with us. Didn’t take him too long to move on, now did it? Pielkop! Ek haat hom! (Dickhead! I hate him!)

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

, I begged gently, drawing her chin towards me, so that I could look into the sunflowers that reflect in her eyes. "My p-punishment. I-I'm being subst-stituted, a-as Trent's fucking m-mate in the w-wars!", she cried out, bursting into another fit of sobs. The wars? You can do that? What? Why would you do that? It's a bitch move.

I'm familiar with the darkness only for I never have been in the light of love or peace or happiness. Waniya was lying in her bed on her stomach, her diary was opened in front of her and she was reading what she had written three years ago with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes. How long she had come! Life wasn't as shit as it used to be! Infact, now, she felt like living and dreaming. Past should remain in the past. She thought to herself and closed the diary. Taking her phone from the night stand, she posted a selfie on her i***a account named @cheeruplikewaniya.

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

He stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, but Vasilia had lost her sheen to him. She tried to step in but Warren blocked her, “I was about to grab some sleep. I am going to join the crew of the Scald Crow. If I can help people, I want to.” A lovely shade of green muddied the golden eyes of Vasilia, “You’d have to anchor yourself to that greasy goblin Theria. Please tell me this is not about her?” “My mother was killed by crazy dwarf creatures at a rest stop the night magic returned. If I can help make the world a better place then maybe her death will mean something,” Warren came harsher than he wanted to.

I sniffle through as I get intrigued by his story. “As I started off saying, I was fifteen when the war started getting very violent. My siblings were already regulars on the battlefield but we were losing wolves at an alarming rate. He needed warriors so he started tapping into the teens that had been training for a year or two but hadn’t shifted and started placing them into support roles. They weren’t on the front lines but they did take over some of the more menial tasks that were distracting the ones doing the fighting. I was pulled out of high school and was assigned to a group of young warriors.

"Oh, and Scarlett? Please, call me Thea." Scarlett dips her head, her eyes downcast towards the desk. "Right. Sorry." As I head up the stairs, I wonder who will be waiting for me. Five million dollars is a lot of money, but I have yet to hear what his assignment will be, so I don't work myself up to much. Three years ago, if someone had told me I'd be a seasoned assassin, running my own multi-million dollar operation, I would've thought they were crazy, but here I am, doing just that. Life is what you make it. I started with nothing, yet here I was. At the top of the staircase, I'm greeted by Owen standing outside of my office, his normal cheeky grin nowhere to be seen.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

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