Novelas y relatos de Fairytail Oc

Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms. The Omega's lip jutted out in a pout as he wrapped his arms around Art's neck. Nikola felt like his heart would explode. The Omega fairy was adorable and reminded him so much of Milo.

Alora’s POV “Sorry for the noise, guys,” she walks in nonchalantly. “It's Ooden and Danabel, they are really having a good time!” she laughs before setting her eyes on me. “I think it is you making all of these to cook here. Come on baby!” she laughs teasing me as she settles down. “You know I have always suspected Danabel to be a lesbian. Your scent affects her so much. But of all the people to sleep with, she is fucking Ooden?? The disgusting Ooden! This is the first time they are fucking though. I guess the both of them I just horny as fuck. I wish I have this kind of superpower- the one you have- make people fuck themselves and stuff…”

Oberon turns around looking at Octo Valley then looks at the Inkopolis “you’ll never win this war Arnold” then he morphed into a massive insect known as the Insect of the Abyss and flew off to find me and my rebellion. Meanwhile back at Inkopolis Roxy Wolf, Amanda Scratch, Jack, Oliver, Olivia & I were taking a break after a fight against Fairy Knight Galahad AKA Mash “is everyone okay” I said “we are okay mother” said Jack. Suddenly, Dr. Romani notified me and he was panicking “Arnold, I can sense a spike of magecraft nearby also a massive insect was spotted leaving Octo Valley and it’s looking for you!” Romani panicked. I l saw the massive insect patrolling Inkopolis “Lie Like Vortigern, E

No one in the world knew who I really was outside of this room. “You needed to say it,” Nathan repeated, he coldly reproached me. “...You’ve really disappointed me.” Andy stirred, roused by his father’s voice. “Dad? What’s going on?” “It’s nothing, sweetie,” I said hurriedly. “It's just... you accidentally called me mom in your dream.” Andy sat up quickly, shaking his head. “Uh uh, I wouldn’t say that, Claire. I wouldn’t call you my mommy.” “You’re an Omega, Claire. And that’s bad, because you’re so much lower than everyone else, especially me and dad. And you don’t even have a wolf! That’s extra bad.”

A mysterious voice echo followed by a teasing chuckles. "Y-yes! Encantos. You are encantos, beings who wear white vivid dresses, pointed ears, maple hair and blue eyes. R-right?" Fabien exclaims. The mysterious voices turns into pure silence. Then, a perfect description of what Fabien has said, appears directly in front of him. It is a little girl, "Let's play!" Then followed by the others. The oldest seems to be of age with Lucia. She walks forward and confronts the two.

Fiona "Fiona! It's not your job to over see the training! That's what head warriors are for! How many times do I have to tell you this?" I cursed under my breath as Aisling gave me sh.it for at least the hundredth time since I got here. The elder water fairy was sitting in her chair by the lake watching the kids as I walked by. Her white, blue, and grey hair was neatly pulled back and she was holding her glass of wine like her life depended on it. Which if she keeps her sh.it up, it very well might.

But I knew better than anyone how stubborn he could be. "Really?" Elara's scent brightened, honeysuckle and hope. I nodded. "Really." I wasn't lying. In my past life, Kael had fought the entire Council to claim me—a supposed Beta (I didn't know I was an Omega then), a nobody. He had taken lashes for me. Challenged his own uncle. He would do the same for Elara. At that moment, the door opened. Kael strode in carrying a velvet-lined box. He opened it to reveal a cloak—midnight black, trimmed with white wolf fur, so soft it seemed to drink the light.

Someone must have tugged at her hair or even kicked her from behind. "Please stop," Lauren whimpered. I bit my lower trembling lip to block out her voice. I heard the zipper from her dress open, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw one of the gammas, Owen, a tall, dark-haired man with baby blue eyes, kneeling behind her while undoing the buckle of his belt. I regretted looking. My eyes met with Owen and a smile tugged at his thick lip. He said nothing. I wasn't expecting him to keep his silence for long.

“Alright, Noah. You have my permission. Do it.” Noah stepped forward, his gaze locking with Otsana’s. She seemed to understand what was happening, and after a moment, she gave a small nod. “Go ahead,” she whispered, her voice weak but steady. Noah took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. “I, Noah Ashford, Lycan King, reject you, Otsana Grey, as my mate.” The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Otsana winced slightly, her hand clutching her chest, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she looked up at Noah with a calm determination. “Thank you,” she said softly.