Basil X Omori Novels & Stories

Alinta only nodded, but still was not able to make eye contact with this villain. "This pleases me so," Bellinor sang, then kissed her cheek and gestured for her to sit on the bed. He picked up the bottle, sprayed some of the liquid into his palm, and rubbed his hands together before beginning to apply it to Alinta. He started with her feet and then continued to massage it up her legs. It smelled heavenly and familiar. Alinta recognised the basil, jasmine and subtle traces of lavender in the oil. She tried to remember where she had smelled this before, but it eluded her.

I placed the handful of herbs on the floor beside me. “I need a mortar and pestle,” I said, looking up at Eliott. “A small one.” He nodded, giving a quick gesture to one of the nearby warriors. Within moments, a delicate, stone mortar and pestle were placed in my hands. I immediately began to tear the moonpetal leaves and sun-touched sage, dropping them into the mortar. With quick, practiced movements, I began to grind them, the earthy scent filling the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear.

Basil complains, apparently pain and of course, hungry. “You see, I am of a special breed, Basil. You should keep praying to the moon goddess to grant that in your next life, you are the son of Alexander the Great Rogue Alpha. But at this moment and in this dispensation, you must share your food with me”. With a note of finality, Devilio divides the beaver between them and Basil has no choice but to make do with what he has. They eat in silence and play in the woods for a while before walking back towards the territory.

He slid one in front of the omega who frowned at it. “Oi, get him something nicer than that," Brite interjected, moving the beer away. “Omegas don't do well with alcohol and definitely not this pisswash. Hey, lady, you got any juice or something?" The beta maid gave the omega a sympathizing look. “We got an omega special, if you like. Nemuri's girl was an omega so she always keeps some handy." “Perfect," Brite replied before turning to raise his eyebrow at his leader. “Oi, Boss. You got to treat your mate right."

While still walking and smiling, Basil suddenly stepped out a huge lily flower, and on seeing him, I tried to push Cole away, but it seemed as if Cole's feet were glued to the ground: he didn't move an inch. Basil walked up to both of us, his chest heaving up and down in anger, his facial skin squeezed out in fury as he stared at both me and Cole. Cole too seemed to be angry, but his face wasn't contoured as badly as Basil's. Instead, he seemed rather sad, as if he was disappointed. Suddenly, the beautiful sunset that was way up in the sky vanished, making way for a thick dark sky with a crescent moon which seemed to have Hakim's face in it, and his green eyes too.

she says almost pleading as she kneels down and holds my hands. “What do you mean? Look here, lady, I don't even know who you are. You keep calling me Hera but my name is Carla and I am not a warrior, I am an Omega.” “Enough! Enough of belittling yourself! It seems that you really don't remember, so I will help you. But this is the last time I will be helping you.” she puts her two fingers on my forehead. “Farewell, 'till you find your way to me again!”

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

said Cia. Zeno stroked the cheeks of the two babies, he left after landing sweet kisses on Cia's cheeks. If there was a way for his soul and the original Zeno's soul to be transferred, he would try that way. The effect of basil leaves is not permanent. Once a week he has to swallow the concoction. If the basil effect is complete, the most visible changes are in the iris. In the bathroom, he took off all his clothes. The man looked at his reflection, really similar, and there was not the slightest reproach. Moreover, the original Zeno's, according to him, did not disappoint. He will make good use of the time he has.

Lyraxys appeared on my side, grabbing my arm and twisting it painfully behind my back. "Pathetic." She whispered in my ear before slamming me face-first into the ground. My vision became blurry, but I forced myself up, coughing out dirt. Nearby, Akira was battling hard. She had managed to land a solid kick to Calantha’s side, but it barely slowed the goddess down. Calantha retaliated with a whip of water, wrapping it around Akira’s throat. I gasped as I saw my twin clawing at it. Her face had turned red.