Albino Oc Novels & Stories

Though usually, she would find the question offensive, Olivia could see the confusion on the guard's face, so she figured the man was being curious, not trying to disrespect her. With a loud sigh, she shook her head and smiled. "The doctors told me I have albinism. It's something about lacking pigment; that's why I'm so pale, my hair is white and eyes are, as you say, weird." As Olivia raised her eyes to look at the guard, she realised the answer came as one she would give to a friend, so to fix the mistake, she added, "sir."

“So that means you can't remember us?” I nodded once again. “Heya” an albino girl said and shook her head “Dont worry you'll get better okay” She added. Her eyes were large and luminously golden. Her skin was so transparent that I could trace her blood veins right through it, and her hair, was the color of the sun. “Okay, I know when you girls see a fine boy you cannot control your selfs. But right now I want you all to postpone your flirting and seduction for another time because, right now we have a serious business on ground”

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.

At least that is my hope for him. My primary concern is for Luca now and not because he is squalling as Caleb throws him higher and higher into the ceiling. Each year, more of his abilities show. There is a power in him that scares me and it’s proving harder to hide from the other alphas when they visit. His unique silver eyes were the biggest issue, but Caleb developed some drops that make them appear a blue grey like mums. It lasts for about 24 hours before wearing off. Just enough time for the alphas to arrive and leave.

“That’s right, sweetie. Some people believe they are magic.” Richard knelt in a crouch, trying to see inside the hay-strewn pen. “Albino?” “No,” answered the woman, shading her eyes, “not pure albino. But he’s the first true, white American bison calf to be born in many years, far as I know. His momma died. We’re keeping him separate, isolated from the other animals until we can find out what this disease is. He’s a sick boy, our Miracle is.”

"Tell them the Queen of the Peacock Clan, their Queen, requires the presence of their daughter… Clarisse." Clarisse Sairus — a name almost never spoken in court. Born to a minor branch of a virtually unknown offshoot of the Peacock nobility, her feathers were an anomaly: pure white, the color of new frost, without a hint of green or gold. Her eyes were pale pink, almost like pink sapphires, an albino... an occurrence in the kingdom so rare that whispers of her family meddling with lost sorcery or that she'd been cursed by the gods. In a court obsessed with brilliance, Clarisse was called plain at best, ugly at worst.

Walking forward a female scientist picked up a file and headed towards the northern part of the base, her heels clipping as they climbed the stairs. "Test subject's data Analysis requested," she said towards the mouthpiece. "Copy that," a deep voice answered from the other line. Making a left turn a place white hallway appeared before her, she strode ahead passing rows of doors with numbers on them. After walking for about 6 minutes she stopped in front of a door with the number, '1000'. She pressed some codes and a mini camera appeared before her. *Please make an eye check*

Standing before her was not the familiar Cillian but an angelic-looking man. The tall gentleman was dressed casually in a T-shirt but had an expensive-looking watch on his wrist. That was not the main point. The thing that struck her was his exceptionally fair complexion. Even his hair and eyelashes were all white. His pupils were different from those of normal people as well. They were not blue, green, or brown but a faint red, almost like precious rubies. A thought immediately emerged in Lucy’s mind—an albino person! She stood in place, unknowingly speaking her mind, “What a beautiful person.”

“They appear… then disappear when I touch them but lately it’s been there. Stuck to his hair.” Rhett’s eyes flick to Kaelen’s dark curls and then he leans close. “They’re not albino,” I add quickly. “Not silver either or age-related.” “I know,” Rhett says. I look up sharply. “You’ve seen it too?” He exhales slowly. “Once. During training drills. I was holding him while watching the Warriors some weeks ago. The sun hit his hair just right and then I saw it but before I could process it, they were gone.”

At the company's banquet, Vanessa Sinclair the intern tosses a piece of abalone, which she has already taken a bite out of, onto my fiance, Leon Mercer's plate. He doesn't hesitate to gobble it up. That night, I tear our marriage alliance's contract into pieces before tossing them into the trash can. Leon takes off his glasses, his brows drawn together into a tight knot. "All this for a piece of abalone?" "She gave it to you after taking a bite out of it!" Leon looks up at me, his lips already curved into a mocking smile. "I never knew you're the type to be this petty, Audrey. Fine. If you don't want to proceed with this marriage, then let it be. Just don't regret your decision later.