Basil Omori Fanart Novels & Stories

I wondered if Bas painted them. Running my fingers delicately over the artwork, I traced the lines and curves, admiring the skill and passion poured into each piece. Among them, one painting stood out—a mesmerizing portrayal of a girl standing beneath a star-filled sky in a tunnel. "Thomas Ventura, 1840..." Bas's voice interrupted my thoughts from behind. Turning, I saw Bas leaning casually against the doorframe, a small smile playing on his lips. Feeling a twinge of guilt for intruding, I hesitated.

Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms. The Omega's lip jutted out in a pout as he wrapped his arms around Art's neck. Nikola felt like his heart would explode. The Omega fairy was adorable and reminded him so much of Milo.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.