Goth Oc Novelas e Histórias

He felt his own tension start to dissolve. "Yes, Emily, I understand your position. I'm sorry I was offended by your accusation. But I believe we can be good friends moving forward. Don't focus on our differences; it's just about omega and alpha. We're both werewolves with potential and opportunities that shouldn't be limited by ego. I hope you'll accept my offer of friendship," Marko said, extending his right hand for a handshake.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?” “Who is Goethe?” Oscar asked. Rowan gave a questioning look as he asked, “Have you no education on our roots?” When Oscar gave a chagrinned shake of his head, he said, “This must be rectified.” “Will Cerie’s magic extend your life?” Oscar asked. “I expect so,” Rowan said as he stood and untied his robe’s belt so that it fell open to expose his hardened manhood. “If it doesn’t, I’ll go feeling the best I’ve ever felt. This magic is dangerously addictive.”

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

That made her change. -I want to see her. -Luvioc insisted, trying to pass to the other side, to enter the building. -She gave me this. -Goth took something out of his pocket, in his human form, he looked almost like a normal guy. He pulled out of his pocket a small object. Then Luvioc recognized it, it was a wooden soldier, his all-time favorite toy. One of the few toys he wanted to play with. It was very detailed. -He said he wants you to leave. That you're a bad influence on your brothers. -Goth looked him straight in the eye.

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

More blood came out of my mouth as I coughed hard, unable to feel my wolf, or even my heart beat. My eyes were closing in and the whole place, even though was already dark, started to fade in my head. “Wow. So this is the hybrid omega you were willing to lose yourself for. Huh, Alpha Alexander?” I turned to see Goth and Liam smiling at me mockingly and the moment I saw them, it all stopped making sense and I lost consciousness, right on the spot.

My Omega wants his Alpha, wants to go to him, wants to soothe him, I clamp down hard enough that vision blurs. Hold it together. The suppressants attempt to stabilize, and they fail. Something overrides them, and I try too hard to hold them back. And looking at Kieran's face as he groans around his fangs, my scent slips. Just for a second to ease the tension, barely a breath. Rain, Cedar. The Nightshade rose blooming under the moonlight. Raw Omega under forced alpha coding. The reaction from the people in the room is immediate, and a technician stiffens. “What was that?”

She mumbled staring at him with her evil eyes making the man struggle as he blurted out. "Fucking bitch! If I had known you're a witch, I would have killed you the very first day!" He snapped in pure anger showing undisguised hatred towards her kind. Aside from werewolves, Caius had a deep hatred for witches as well and it was connected to the same reason as werewolves, he struggled wanting to get away from his grip but her magic was way too strong for a newbie like him. He didn't have master his own abilities yet then how could he be any match to a powerful Witch like her who even knew how to change her appearance.