Orfeo 소설 & 이야기

I can’t wait to hold you again, Osiris.

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

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

The inability to get a new sacrifice created an uproar in the land, not too long Isi Ala died. The time came for them to sacrifice foreign blood but the Obiri tribe could not bring anyone to the shrine. The Ngwal ocean arose in anger year after year reminding them of his rites, the rock guiding the village spun around in anger still there was no new sacrifice. Another plague fell from the sky and killed many more people, more enemies began to spring up. They plotted ways to attack and kidnap the children of Caliba.

Xander Bridget was a fragile old lady with white-ish gray hair always up in a tight, with crinkly dull blue eyes, and a small mole on the left side of her lips. She was calm as she pricked Logan's finger, letting the drop of blood hit the Moon water in the holy chalice. Usually, young demons will be brought to the DMA grounds and will be taken into the center room the Elders use for communication with other royalty or purebloods. Bridget or Samantha will prick the young one's finger, letting the blood drop into the chalice and after a few seconds, a puff of colored smoke with puff out of the water.

He doesn't know who is right in front of him that he's been threatening. “I wonder how you would manage to fight for the four of us?” I said, “He was a half-snake, Orfeo He may have had the power of poison or something. Don't underestimate him” Zack mumbled.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

***** [THIRD PERSON's POV] “Headmaster, two of the orphans named Nowo and Moha were both heading to the underground.” Those words I've just heard drew my attention. I turned around and began to face the guy named Arphen— the son of Arges, a cyclops— and Placid, the daughter of Aphrodite and Zeus. He has the ability to track down the whereabouts of the orphans by casting a magic spell on their key necklaces. “Let them be. There's no way they could escape this world anytime sooner,” I responded to him. “Please pardon me, Headmaster. But how sure are you about that? You knew the kind of ability they both have.”

Immediately my eyes landed on the mirror in front of us. I turned around and marked it all over my back again. It looked like someone had hit me with a belt or something more powerful, but I didn’t remember that something like that ever happened to me and my mom confirmed that same. Mom said that I was born with these marks on my back, but still, sometimes I get a blurry memory of a little girl getting beaten by someone badly. I shook my head, pushing that thought away because it was not but a part of my imagination. I had a lot of things to focus on right now. Especially the fact that I recently discovered Clara was having an affair with Orpheus, who used to be a Vampire-Lycan hybrid until

Reginald Morel. “It’s okay, Patrice,” Prof. Althea assured him. “He’s in good hands.” “A-are you sure, Prof. Althea?” Johan called from the group next to theirs. It looks as if he’s ready to run towards his friend Dorin. “Yes. The high oracle, Pan Phineas, was once a Heilig prince,” she explained. He is a descendant of the thunder gods, and is the only person in the whole empire who could teach Dorin to control his inborn powers.”