Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

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.

I had never found the girl again, after the night that I had defiled her it felt like she had completely vanished and all that was left was the curse that she had placed. I could hear Nikolai, my Beta somewhere around the room giving instructions but his voice sounded far away, as if I had been submerged underwater. The air around me felt harder to breathe and my vision started to blur. My body was already starting to transform on its own when I heard Aurora’s voice. Her incantations grew louder and filled the room, slowly pulling me out of my agony and putting an end to the horrible transformation that was about to happen.

What an overreacting, weak creature. They scurried off leaving him and their victim. He sighed and turned to the woman who's eyes are open wide and looked at him in full horror. Her neck is dripping with blood from each side and her wrists are awfully cut. Her own blood is messily scattered on her face and shirt. Her body is also starting to spasm because of the poison those stupid kids' fangs contain. She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it.

She was barely naked and still breathing softly, indicating that she was still alive. Her blood was still warm, and I could taste it on the tip of my fangs as I approached her. I bared my fangs, pulling my long black hair away from my face so I could take a bite, but then I started feeling something odd. Out of all the Omega I encountered, this particular one has a different taste of blood.

“Give her space.” I knew what he meant my aura was crushing the room. I forced myself to step back, pacing restlessly, running my hand through my hair. “She’s weak,” the doctor said, her voice shaking. She managed to speak despite my overbearing presence.“The pups have drained too much from her.” My head snapped to her. “What does that mean?” “She might be from a rare bloodline,” the doctor said carefully, her eyes down not daring to meet my red eyes. “But she is still an omega carrying Lycan children. Her body… can’t take it, her healing ability has stopped…”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

The atmosphere inside Amora’s Hearth became so cold that Amora could see her own breath misting in front of her face. Oscar did not blink. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely blocking Amora from the city Enforcer’s view. The floorboards beneath his heavy boots creaked under the sheer pressure of his tensed muscles. His hazel eyes were gone, replaced entirely by a molten, territorial gold. "You have a lot of nerve coming into my town, wearing a cheap suit and throwing threats around," Oscar said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the deep, vibrating frequency of a Natural Alpha. The glass display cases behind the counter rattled in response.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.

And as I move toward him, he takes his eyes and heads to the ground in a low bow. I began to walk into another hallway with him behind me; the one that held my subjects. I hear the fast thud of Augustine's heartbeat, I also hear their heartbeats as well, and I can tell how many they are in the room ahead. My senses kick in. I twitch my nose and my golden eyes flare up in the dark hallway; I detest the smell of Aarde, it is the smell of the Karbouter, also known as the Goblin. I smell it first before the whiff of the Werewolves and vampires runs up my nostrils.