Anime Ocs Novels & Stories

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

My brain stalled as I had no idea where this conversation was heading. He settled into the stool across from me, holding the syringe just like he held his cigarette. “Think about it. No Alpha wants to become an Omega. But Omegas? They would give anything to stop being society's toy.” “So the experiment failed?” “Of course it did, it is impossible to turn omegas into Alphas.” Foxen smiled, too quick, too knowing. “But you see, failure is expensive, especially when other companies are involved. Vance Pharmaceuticals flipped it and created the first compound that flopped. You see, it was a disaster. So the organization buried it.”

Adult angels dress in certain colors based on their field, while all of us under 18 wear grey. I have a different uniform than the others but it’s still that dreadful grey: baggy pants, a fitted T-shirt, and an oversized hoodie. There’s no need to wear special clothes when you don’t have wings, I think with a defeated sigh. And of course the Council just had to make sure everyone knows I’m the only wingless Angel in the school. They just had to make sure I’d be spit on and ostracized for one simple difference. No need to protect me or keep me away from these assholes; who cares about the angel with no wings? I growl to myself when I spot a familiar blonde head.

“You are one weird guy. We would get along fine. Come along, I’ve got the latest season of AOT on my flash, you’d love to watch it. Wait, you’re following AOT right?” Xavier wanted to ask him what he meant by flash but he figured that not knowing what a flash was would have been like being born in the eighties and not knowing Michael Jackson. “What’s AOT?” Xavier asked. “Weirdo!” Jon shouted. “I knew it. Who doesn’t know AOT. That’s Attack of Titans dude! It’s like one of the best anime’s I’ve seen in a long time, and I’m a huge anime fan so you should know that I’ve seen a lot.”

"A war with the Ryloston Pack. When Alpha Oscar was only ten years old." * Anne could sense that Oscar's emotions were different this time. In fact, she had often been confronted with Oscar's unpredictable emotional outbursts, but she was one hundred percent sure that this time was different. Not only was Oscar overwhelmed by uncontrollable emotions, but the aura around him also felt incredibly suffocating. She couldn't explain it in detail, but she definitely felt a certain fear when she was around Oscar. So, Anne didn't want to take any chances. After Oscar had signed a document, she had brought with her, she left the office immediately.

To him, the entire world was a blur, except for the woman standing behind the counter. Oscar Wayne moved before Duncan could take a second step. With a low, rolling growl that vibrated the very glass in the windows, Oscar stepped out from behind the counter, placing his massive, broad-shouldered frame directly between Duncan and Amora. His hazel eyes burned with a molten gold. "You are outside your jurisdiction, Alonso," Oscar said. His voice was a deep, gravelly warning, the weight of his Natural Alpha aura rising to slam against Duncan’s incoming pressure. "I told your scouts at the river, and now I’m telling you. Step back across the border."

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “How is my wolfless omega doing?” “What do you want, Anita?” Roxanne asked quietly. The news I had just dropped, made her weak as it made me. “I wasn't speaking to you. The wolfless omega has a mouth to respond. Or has she lost her speaking ability? Ah, you are really unfortunate” “I can speak and I am not wolfless” I replied. I had a lot I need to do and speaking to Anita and her minors isn't one of them.

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

Camellia Nero has been acting odd these past few days. He seems to be a lot more attentive, constantly telling me he loves me even when I can’t return the sentiment yet. I know I shouldn’t be complaining but I can tell when something’s up. Right now I’m in the kitchen with Osiris. He’s helping me cook and talking about his problems a bit. I don’t mind at all and wish I could have had someone like that when my memories were taken.