Arcane Male Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me. ... When Ronan Thorne came back, he was reeking of the overly sweet scent of his secretary, Evelyn Stone.

Not this massive, devastating predator who was currently holding me against a tree in the middle of the forbidden woods. "No," I stammered, shaking my head violently, which only made the pounding in my skull a thousand times worse. "No, that's impossible. A second-chance mate? With a Lycan? I'm just an ordinary Omega. I don't even have a proper pack rank."

I quickly move out of the way of the knife, but this time, I decide it is time to end this. The letter opener moves from behind my back into his neck in one swing. I watch as shock fills his eyes, and he collapses to the floor. I kicked the knife out of his hand before kneeling beside him and leaning down to look into his eyes. “I am going to tell you a little secret.” He coughs, and I watch as blood begins oozing out of his mouth. “I am the new Luna to Execution Bay Pack. My mate is Alpha Onyx.” His eyes widen as my words register within his dying mind. “My wish for you is to find Rebecca on the other side and to live the happy life you wished you lived here. I wish you peace.” My words are

Amethysta asked, making Alaric chuckle again. "Don't worry, Miss Elf. I am not a perverted alpha. I just wanted to befriend you. Can't I?" Alaric made an innocent face, making Amethysta doubt whether he was an Alpha or not. He was handsome and at the same time he looked like a cute omega. Alaric finished his drink and said, “Okay, then I should get back to work. Or else I will get an earful from your father.” “Seems like you are afraid of my Father,” Amethysta sarcastically said.

As my friend pulls Finn’s outstretched hand back, Owen replies, “He is my mate. He is my omega.” WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!!! My mouth falls slightly open as I glance back and forth between the two. Granted, the boy is cute. His light brown wavy hair and soft round cheeks are practically begging people to hug him, or at least, to pinch his face. I must admit he is slender, just like a girl, but I would have never dreamed in a million years that Owen would end up with a male omega. Shoot. Up until a few years ago, I didn’t even know male omegas even existed.

Bodies tangled shamelessly—males thrusting deep into dancers while those same dancers pleasured Lycan mates with hungry mouths. Each angle was a tableau of lust, the air thick with moans. Some scenes bordered on the unreal: an Alpha bending his mate in two, her legs held high while she fingered a dancer to the brink of ecstasy. Others plunged into raw, animalistic coupling—some taking their mates anally, others going hard and unrestrained. Arcadians were famed for their appetites, and tonight the banquet hall was their playground. From the corner of her eye, Mira saw Nicolas shift in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed; his hands curled into fists as though resisting the urge to snap. The scen

make me feel disgraced.” I shouted with a clenched fist and tightened teeths. “I don’t want to disgrace you, I just want to make you cry, I want to see those tears welled up in your eyes roll down your cheeks and make you feel very sad. I had always thought the old man was crazy when he picked you guys out for me five years ago as the perfect couple with the perfect powers, I had studied you guys so closely that I thought it wasn’t going to be the right choice, werewolves like you repeating lives, don’t have what it takes to be what I needed. But infinity needed the power of love I needed to feel that power and know how strong your love was before I finally make you guys my sacrificial lamb

My inner wolf, the Omega I kept locked away in the dark, starved and beaten into submission, whimpered and pressed itself flat against the walls of my mind. I risked a fraction of a glance through my messy, overgrown bangs. Cillian Vane. The Lycan King. He was a nightmare spun from ice and shadow. Broader and taller than any Alpha I had ever seen. He stood coatless in the freezing storm, a black shirt clinging to the deadly, cut muscle of his chest and arms. His jaw was clenched, his expression empty of mercy or warmth. And Alpha Thorne, the cruel bully who had terrorized me my entire life, was kneeling right in front of him, sobbing in the bloody snow.

I knew he was upset but he seemed to be controlling it and just asked, "I really don't understand why you're lying yesterday? We are mates but you told me no. Are you trying to fuck the Moon goddess's decision?" I glared at him and glanced around for a moment. Right now, Lucas is currently driving the car into the school of Arcanum. I also looked left and right to check the wolves around and as I expected they are currently watching us. Before I spoke, I straightened up and looked up at him since he was taller than me. I said, "It's not bad to have a mate like you. But look, since you declared in this school that I'm your mate and you've been showing everyone how you chase me, I've always be

When I reached the study room, I opened the door with a long breath. I limped inside. My gaze halted on Aron, who was sitting on the couch near the desk. He was smoking with a tight frown on his face. "Aron," I mumbled, catching his attention. He gazed at me with anger and threw my phone on the floor near my feet. I lowered my head and saw messages from the Lycan King. The name was still saved as "My boyfriend," which made me nervous. Aron glared at me and asked,