Avatar Omashu Novels & Stories

Had they killed all the Omegas this time? He shoved open the training room door and then stopped in his tracks. There were injured and lifeless wolves all over the floor. Blood everywhere. Carnage. And right in the middle of it was the other half of him. The woman that the Moon Goddess had tied to him for better or worse. Ava. She was huge, black and beautiful. Blood dripped from her fangs, and her fur was soaked with it. She turned to face him and lowered her head. She showed her bloody fangs in a snarl that made the hair on his arms rise.

said Johan. Lord Ombra touched Dagon on the head and said some words. A golden ring appeared around the child which suddenly shrunk and sank into his body. Dagon gave a little whelp. “It’s okay now.” said Ombra, “I have locked his image with a spell. He will remain in that human form as long as the sun is up.” “That is good then.” the dean said with a professional smile. “Then let us get on our way.

'Yildiz, meet Oshmin, the God of Life and Death.' Those words keep repeating themselves over and over in my head. Every single one ringing with truth. My animai is the God, Oshmin? But… that can’t be. He’s a sanguidae, he… he’s called himself Osiah several times and never have I felt him lying. This doesn’t make any sense; this has to be another trick. “You really are a fucking prick, Jartre,” Morrtemis hisses.

Amanda corrected herself, a small smile gracing her face "Damn human, you're good at this" Mamock praised as she came out from the place she was hiding. She's a teenager just like all of them, but her specie made her look taller and older and on that too she didn't have normal hair, she basically has leaves and branches as hair. "What can I say, I'm human and cheering up is my ability" Amanda replied her and they all started laughing. "By the way where is Rus?? Is he still goofing around looking for rats to eat?" Mamock asked while looking around for the wild werewolf boy.

Three of four hammocks were taken up while Papa and the real-estate agent rocked in chairs. Reece came to rest on a spot with his woman on his arm. "Val, meet Asher Valencia, he's our real estate man." The dark haired man stood up at around the same six-two height as Reece and extended his hand to Valiant. He had these dark roaming eyes and a smile like a superstar, you could almost hear a ding. "It so wonderful to meet you Mrs. Shields. I hope you liked the house. It looks like the perfect pick for such a beautiful woman."

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The creature growled; the look in his eyes seemed threatening. “Greetings, he is my loyal aul!” Amerta exclaimed happily; so different from the cold image that Venus knew so far. “You can call him Artha if you want. I got this Gal from the Third Earth, you know? So fabulous!” Venus gripped her bloody thighs. So, this is one of the Gal's that Portal Guardians mentioned when Venus arrived on the Second Earth. A werewolf, an aul, a Javanese werewolf. Mustaka?

"There wasn't a problem. We were just talking to our new friend here." "Are you alright, Ava?" Shiro mind linked with her. The two other girls were humans, and while all the humans here knew of the werewolves, they didn't know much about the inner workings of packs and the sort. "Yes, Master Shiro," she looked at him with nervous eyes. She looked much like her father, Nikita. She had his same blue eyes. But her hair was a light blonde rather than the brown that her father had. She was a beautiful omega. Shiro would be happy to see her find her mate and grow a family. She was a kind soul.

“Oh? Who do you hate, hmm? Can you tell this old friend of yours?” Arman startles and quickly turns toward the direction of the voice, A lone figure in a dark cape walks out of the shadow behind the water tank and walks toward Arman who is trembling non-stop when he sees the face of the newcomer. This figure has a handsome face and confident smile as if all the things in the world belong to himIf Zhu Wushang were to be here he would remember this face, It’s the face of Romulus, the Last Emperor of the Roman Empire. But this time, He has black sclera and glowing red eyes, the clear sign of the one who was infected with the virus.

Ansh shouted as he shook the lifeless body in an attempt to wake her up. “You will be alright…wait…” Ansh said as he took Shama in his arms. His eyes turned blue in color as he ran at light speed.