Centaurworld Oc Novels & Stories

Lucian smiled. “Exactly.” Raven crossed her arms. “Don’t romanticize it.” Lucian ignored her. “The Alpha Kings were not just rulers of monsters,” he continued. “They were the bridge between worlds.” Ethan felt a strange chill. “What worlds?” Lucian’s golden eyes glowed brighter. “This one…” He pointed upward. “And the other side.” Raven stepped forward immediately. “That’s enough.” But Lucian continued anyway. “The other realm is where creatures like the Hunters truly come from.”

Auriel stood at the long end of the long corridor, he was flanked by two of my Elites soldiers who didn’t even look like soldiers anymore. They looked like hollowed out shells of men, like zombie puppets, dangling on Auriel’s strings. “Aurielll” I growled out. The sound didn’t come from my throat, it came from my throat vibrating like a tornado hitting a roof. “ Little commander, what do I do with you? Thinking you rule the world because the goddess in all her infinite mercy bestowed you with a wolf as powerful as Fenrir. And now we are trapped fighting in the war on opposite sides.”

Cenric next to me as he looked at Oskar and then at me with his sky-blue eyes. "I am over 5,000 years old," Oskar said, shrugging. Mr. Cenric’s blue eyes widened slightly at Oskar’s nonchalant response. “Over 5,000 years old?” Mr.Cenric remarked, glancing at me with curiosity and concern. I could feel the tension in the room as everyone processed this revelation. I even was unsure how to process it as Luis's parents were the eldest vampires I had know so far until today.

"To your mother. On a staircase." "She's very good." "Yes." "She's been teaching me." Soren lifted the wooden sword from the table. "Do you want to see?" "I would," said Caelum, and I retreated from the doorway before either of them noticed me. What followed, over the next several days, was not a friendship exactly—Caelum was four centuries old and had been Malachar's most feared instrument and operated in register several octaves below the ordinary frequency of social connection. But it was something. An interest, on both sides, that expressed itself in questions asked and answered and the occasional demonstration.

Lucien drawled, “that the Phantom would get to keep his prize?” The shot rang out before I could move. Caelum staggered, eyes wide, blood blooming across his chest. “NO!” I ran to him, catching him before he fell. His blood soaked through my hands, hot and heavy. “Stay with me,” I begged. “You hear me? Stay” He managed a faint, broken smirk. “You never do… what you’re told.” And then his body went still. Lucien’s laughter echoed in the cavern, cruel and hollow. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he said softly. “You’ll see him again. When I’m done rebuilding the world he tried to destroy.”

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

"Good. As you know, we have established hundreds of factions of Conquerors around the globe and it recently came to our understanding that this faction needs some... modeling. We also noticed rare talents who came in recent years and we plan on restructuring this branch to give way to its full potential. That's why in three days, a faculty test will be held for anyone in ranks lower than Captains, for the Captain, please review your e-mails daily to see when will your interview take place. You may all go back to your quarters now and prepare. " Murmurs erupted as he headed out. Amy and Leneay were already saying bye to Raïna who was massaging her eyes and drinking the last of her coffee. Whe

She clutched her temples, feeling a little disoriented. "This is not your world," "You are in Ceastrerion." Asmia murmured lightly so as not to startle Eleanor. "Ceastre- what? I don’t understand at all." Because of what was going on, Eleanor felt like her head was going to burst. The information presented to her was barely convincing. “This has occurred to you for reasons I don't understand, but I'm eager to help you find out. “ "What exactly do you mean when you say I'm not in my world? What is this world?" Eleanor could hardly believe her ears. For her, everything appears too hazy.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

“Of course you cannot, girlie. Lana is a hybrid born from a mermaid from the Ambivalent World and an incubus from the Malevolent World.” Twirling the green-colored sherbet in her hand, Cent hummed before she tilted her head to the side while staring at Matilda with eyes full of curiosity. “With her looks, she should have stayed in the Ambivalent World. Her beauty did not match our race. She looks like a nymph surrounded by vile horned beings like what usually happens in the story.” Cent placed her chin atop the back of her hand, her elbow resting on the glass table.