Fantasy Oc Novels & Stories

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

He was also the future alpha after his alpha Alex. It was afternoon when we came from the run, the party arrangements were setting in. “Dreaming of finding your psychopath mate and running away” an irritating voice came from behind which I recognized immediately as my sister, Myla carnell. “ yup. Dreaming of living a life a normal being” “Psychopath”. she exclaimed and went away flipping her hair.

***Bea's POV*** My mythical entity had stirred the interactions between Omar, Persephone, and me, leaving a sense of unreadiness. Sure, I'm happy my power was back, but I'm not prepared for Omar's cold shoulder. Just like cats and dogs, Drakons and Ice Phoenixes have a predator and prey instinct that influences their decision-making regarding their beliefs of one another. Omar had been explicit about his hatred towards my kind, but part of me hoped he would see through that judgmental fog and become the kind, caring Omar I met.

Respond as one rather than stand alone, there was safety in unity. *"Since you haven't found them yet, this meeting is dismissed."* I rose from the chair, preparing to leave, when a creaky voice broke from the far end of the table. *"There is a rumour of an Omega with strange powers who could heal us all."* I turned immediately. If they knew about her, I might as well kiss her goodbye, or at the very least stop leading them to her. And funny enough, that was exactly what I no longer wanted to do. I was tired of always sacrificing people I loved for the sake of the throne.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

V When the twins left the house, I called Olin – Xavier's mother, using TeleCom to help me fix my home for my twin's birthday party. [TeleCom- Stand for Telephaty Communication, this is the hold power that Fantasians use to communicate using one's mind, so that, even if they are in a deep corner of Mundo da Fantasia, they can communicate woth each other.] "Olin, let's start decorating the house." I said excitedly to Olin using TeleCom. "All right Otima, I'm going home right now." she said, so I sat down first and waited for her...

“You’re going to fix this.” Odin’s gaze softened, his eyes flickering to Fiona’s still form. “There may be one way,” he said slowly, carefully measuring his words. “But it’s not a solution I would ever recommend.” “Just tell me.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as if trying to steel himself for what he was about to say. “There’s a legend—an ancient one—about a place where magic is born and destroyed. A place where the very essence of life and death converges. The Veil.”

But since they said that the money that I have right will still not be enough if I want to go to college. But even if I get enough money to go there, I still have to connect with the higher-ups for my official papers here in the mortal world, and the nearest MMDT officer here is a bit far from here, and according to the leader of the ministry of magic, ( which by the way has been wanting me to just call him Gramps), It's a woman in her mid-30's working at some mall named Ophelia Maestas, and she seemed to be rumored to be some hard-headed badass lady. And if my suspicion is right on who she really is, then I guess getting my papers would be smooth sailing with the person I have in mind.