Decepticon Oc Novels & Stories

I say, “I already destroyed the vial and I'll do the same thing if you leave that vial here” “So take a hike” Ash snarls. “Interesting…” Lucien says, ignoring Ash's words. “If you already know of its powers. Why do you reject it?” “Because I don't need it” I shrug, “I already have all the power I need.” “I find that extremely unlikely” he says, raising a brow. “What?” “I admit, you're strong for an Omega, you could even be the most powerful Omega to have ever existed and your ability to heal yourself is astounding but at the end of the day, you're still an Omega”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

He lost his mum when he was only two. I would be meeting Lucien Blackwood for the first time today, and I’m quite nervous. From what I’ve heard, Mr. Blackwood is nothing like Micah, he is ruthless and unyielding. The elevator doors opened, Micah stepped out with a tall figure and my blood suddenly went cold. No! It couldn’t be! The man looked up and our eyes met. The same face, the same dark eyes, the same silver streak at his

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

And no woman, they implied, ever rose clean. I smiled faintly. “They’re asking who I colluded with,” I said, angling the screen toward him. Adrian glanced once, unimpressed. “They should be asking who decided to stand behind you.” He took my phone without asking, fingers moving with decisive familiarity. Within minutes, Northwind Dominion – Verified went live. Lycan authority authentication. Alpha King clearance. I watched him register the account with mild amusement. “You’re inefficient with interfaces.” “I command wolves, not systems,” he replied evenly. “This is your battlefield. I’ll adapt.”

"If you don't stop now, you'll regret it, Clara! Isabella's no longer the little cousin you said she is--she's your adversary!" Clara proceeded, unwilling to let Lucian's remarks slow her down. The tunnel narrowed before entering into a smaller chamber, its walls decorated with softly illuminating symbols. The air was thick, practically choking, but she proceeded, resolute to unearth the answers she wanted. A base sat in the core of the room, and above it lay a bright crystal pulsing with an unusual, beautiful radiance. Clara waited, staring at the gem with a combination of amazement, worry, and anxiety. Something about it felt bright. She walked forward gently, her senses prompting her

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.