Cyclops Oc Novels & Stories

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

I made my way to the nearest restaurant, intending to buy takeout food. Inside the restaurant, a television caught my attention as it blared the news. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the footage displayed on the screen. It showed the CCTV recording of a wolf, unmistakably me, dashing through the village, with Alpha chasing after me. However, the camera angle revealed that his car had swerved and hit the side, a fortunate turn of events. I couldn't help but recall the powerful impact that halted Eros' car during the chase.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

I asked Troy. "Alpha Lance. There is no Luna yet. That's his Beta Trevor and Emma, Trevor's mate" Troy answered. Suddenly a huge blond man strode up to my father and shook his hand. Something stirred in me when I saw him. I felt uneasy but also excited. The man's blue eyes flash toward our van and locked on me. I knew that there was no way that he could see me. The van's window's were tinted so that no one, not even a werewolf could see in. I stared back in disbelief but then the man looked away.

No one is ever going to rescue us, and their constant begging only eggs on the Pearl Reapers. The lashes fall harder, the shrieks grow louder, and pearls fall like rain into the water around us. “That’s it, harder!” The head Reaper praises his men. “Give them more!” We give nicknames to all the Reapers. We know little about them, other than that they belong to the Bloodstone pack. We’ve never seen them in their wolf forms, so we name them based on their human appearances. We call the head reaper Cyclops – christened thus for the jagged scar running through his left eye socket; his sight solely dependent on his right eye. Unfortunately his aim is no less precise for the disability.