Clown Ocs Novels & Stories

AVA I balanced the tray of confectionaries on my palm and made my way out of the kitchen into the sea of people in the great hall of the Golden Claw pack house. Everyone was dressed in their temple’s best. Radiant bright colors of gowns and evening wear and black and white tuxedos filled the hall. A part of me was jealous that I wasn't here as a guest but rather as a worker and another part was glad I could secure a job like this. Far away from home and the people that despised me.

“What are you talking about?” “Bree Hans?”he scoffed, saying my fake name. Leaning in, his eyes locked onto mine with zero mercy. “Did you really think changing your name and moving to a poor border town would make everyone forget? The whole northern territory knows what happened, Trixie.” The sound of my real name out of his mouth felt like a bucket of ice water poured directly down my spine. “The weak little omega who wanted to be a star,” Harlan continued, taking another slow step forward, completely cornering me against the boards.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

You hold Oscar's hand and walked with him , you once turned back to look at old man who was standing there with serious expression. Clara:(mind) Why is everyone so confusing to understand! I'm not getting if I'm doing everything right or if I'm messing it up. All I want is happy, silence life. Oscar:(smile)" Is something troubling you , Clara?" Clara:(cold)" Do you get aroused?" You suddenly asked Something embrassing. what will Oscar think of you. Oscar:( neutral)" Yes," Clara:(cold)" When?" Oscar:(neutral)" When I'm with you."

’’ Toby’s voice broke as he saw her head rolled to his feet with a horrified look on her face – he understood why she had that look on her face; it was something he was familiar with. ‘‘Did you say the ugly thing looked at your shirt and scream? Alonso had hope in the tone of his voice. ‘‘Yes,’’ Toby sounded defeated and crestfallen. Alonso studied the jersey and found something that made him smile like a crazy widow – it had a large number nine printed on it. ‘‘I know how we can defeat this thing!’’ Alonso started to walk round the cabin gathering strange things like firewood and random metals that he had seen in a storeroom in the cabin before.

Renci did not appear. Claura peeled off the orange, put it in her mouth, chewed on the blister deliciously, and said to Hana, "It seems that Mr. O.Renci is busy with something lately. He came to school with his hair disheveled like a crow's nest and his clothes worn for a whole week without changing them. Tom hadn't returned to school from the day he was defeated. I think the clan Leano locked him," Claura clicked her tongue. "Was defeated by a freshman girl from the lowlands, that was so wretched."

I send through the mind-link to Bram and Jorin. “I’ll take the one near the woman,” Bram responds. “Understood, I’ll take the leftovers,” Jorin replies, moving to back us up. I lunge at the rogue closest to Reed, claws raking across its shoulder. He yelps and stumbles back. Bram snaps onto the other. His jaws clamp hard as he shakes it violently. Jorin intercepts the second rogue mid-lunge, twisting it to the ground by the throat, pinning it. When he finally raises his head, his teeth are red with blood.