Alien Ocs Novels & Stories

he groaned, pinching his nose. “And he knows my name.” I spat venomously. No one in the pack has ever accorded me or my sister the decency of referring to us with our names. We are either termed as half breeds, scums, slaves, or occasionally orphans. Carlos was tongue-tied for a second. He sighed a million times, looking at me helplessly. I didn't like the pity I saw in his eyes. “Go ahead, mighty Alpha, let's get it done with.” I provoked and apparently, it's all he needed.

The Alpha, King Augustra and his Luna had left their chambers and went looking for Oscar, Alpha Augustra's second in command. Alpha Augustra and Amelia, his Luna, were in a state of panic. Oscar, Augustra's second-in-command, was said to be with the real red orb and that sent chills down the alpha's spine. As he and his Luna, Amelia walked through the hallways searching for Oscar, he was lost in thoughts. He wondered if Oscar had always had the red orb. When had he gotten it? And if he indeed had it, why hadn't he brought it to him immediately?

Everything suddenly went quiet — the shaking quickly stopped as if it was never there. Breathing as heavily, I opened my eyes and looked around me — there was nothing but smoke, dust and fire that had not retired from destroying the Moonlight Palace. "Ophelia? Ophelia? Can you hear me?" Alpha Xenos suddenly placed his rough hand around my arm, pulling me close to him. There was…something unusual in the waves of his voice — Not cold, not warm, just unusually breaking smoothly with agony.