Fishman Oc Novels & Stories

Two of his men enter, looking uneasy-- the kind of expression they wear when they've fucked up. The taller one, Marco, clears his throat. "Boss, bad news. The Omega the father-in-debt sold us--the one we were supposed to pick up--he ran again during the skirmish on Sixth. We lost him during the brawl. Drug wore off faster than expected." Enzo's glares at them. "Why are you telling me this?" He flicks them off, "I don't care about some random omega-- all I care about is my money." Rico, the second one shifts on his feet. "We just-- we thought you'd like that one, though. Young, untouched with a pretty face. Fought like hell too. Figured he'd match your… tastes."

he teased. The lady approached the stall, eyeing the fresh catch on display. "Hi here, is fish available?" the lady smiles. Ryan launched forward to the woman his hand gestured toward the fish on the display "We have different types of fish and part of them are salmon, halibut, snapper, grouper, goldfish, guppy, and so which one did you like and I assure you that each one is fresher than the last," he explain plainly and the lady stared at him in wonder.

We're outside and I'm waiting for him to get in the car but he just doesn't want to say bye to Jenny and Gill, his fish friends. "Phoenix you've been saying goodbye for ten minutes!" "Just one minute" he says and I heave a sigh. "Phoenix I'm asking nicely can you not vex me and get in there car?" He chose to remain silent. Okay he wants me to be the bad guy. I freezed the water in the fish tank. He turns to me with a frowned on his face "I thought I told you to not flaunt you powers infront of me?" "I thought I told you to get in the car" he scoffed at me. And got in.

I tried to calm my anxiety so bad, but I knew deep down that would only be possible when the trial ended and I exited the crowd and the Sanctum as a whole. At first, nothing happened. Deucalion spread the liquid gently, ensuring it coated every corner of the map before setting the bowl aside. Almost everyone leaned forward in their spots, confused, while the map got soaked with the unknown solution. I tried to calm my breathing, but my heart continued hammering painfully against my ribs. About a minute passed, then the errand boy stepped forward again and handed Deucalion a 3.65nm UV forensic light pen. The small device glowed faintly as he switched it on.

His fate had been sealed the moment he accepted the bet. “Fuck it,” he growled. He grabbed the phone and started typing. He picked the most generic female name he could think of—Sandra. Blonde hair, curvy, hot. A catfish dream. He must’ve committed mutiny in his past life. “How the hell am I supposed to find Wallace on here?” he asked. Aaron took a swig from his beer and grinned. “Mate, you’re 500 miles out at sea. Out of the ten guys close enough to ping, Wallace’ll be one of them.”

I don't have enough money. "What got you excited?" I was surprised by the sudden voice near my ear that I almost dropped my 12-month installment new phone. "Eek! Emman, you surprised me." I jokingly hit his shoulder and he laughs apologetically. "Sorry, Zen." "It's okay." Emman looks at me curiously as if waiting for me to share the good news. "Oh, the things is... I read online that the Moonine will be performing their song in the music show."

I sighed, took a deep breath, and told him, "No. No one else needs to know except the three of us." I was seated in my office chair, unable to focus on the details I was checking. My mind was totally filled with thoughts about the new foreigner, especially Mallory Adonis. I had run a check on Alpha Bruce's pack data, and it was indeed updated that Mallory Adonis was an Omega, 18 years old, and also the ex-mate of Ace Lennox. Her current status was listed as: Deceased.

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

As Phoenix tried to close the distance between us, I maintained my water buffer. "I've heard your mom call you Robbi," he noted. "But I prefer Robyn. It's pretty." "Yeah, well, that makes two of us." I hated when Mom used Dad's pet name for me—it never sounded right from anyone else. I eyed Phoenix, noticing that with his heavy muscular bulk, he had to work pretty hard to stay afloat. "Wanna race?" He sized me up with a smirk. "That hardly seems fair." I knew what he was thinking—being taller, he assumed he could easily outswim me. But he had no idea what I was capable of.

She raised the orb for all to see. “This,” she said, her voice clear despite the quiver in her chest, “is the finalized version of Magic Nets. A sustainable, controlled fishing tool that is smart, efficient, and humane.” The orb pulsed gently in her palm as she fed it mana. “I’ll be demonstrating a specialized catch function—targeting only mature river bass in the nearby waters, up to a maximum of 100.” The air around her crackled faintly. The orb shone brighter. And then—