Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

The stiff outline of his cock couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. Their bellies were skin to skin since he wore only pants. She inhaled sharply when his mouth opened and clamped down over her carotid artery. He didn’t tear into her but he still could. His teeth paused there while her life was in his hands. She opened her eyes to stare at the New Species who were inching up behind Moon.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th

I'm not even spitting because of what they did! "This girl is really different! I like her a lot! Her bravado is endearing. I'm getting hard!" Rozen said happily, then shook his head. I bit my lip because I could taste metallic blood on my tongue. I grinned at Alpha Dylan to show that he hadn't slapped me enough. Where are they, Lycan Hector? Why do I feel that they are slow to find us? Damon, find us! Save us here! I trust you! "An omega should fear an alpha. But she's different, so she'll be my Luna," Giovanni approached me and caressed my cheek. I saw that there was blood on his finger and he sucked it in front of me.

I exclaimed in protest, but no one seemed to believe me. Finally, breaking through the crowd, I saw Cormac lying there, his body contorted at some weird angle, his mouth foaming with a black substance, his hands clawed razor-sharp. The scream began to build in the well of my throat as I comprehended that Cormac was dead. I fell on my knees beside him and wept, hot tears rushing down my cheeks. "Oh, Astrid, oh no, oh no." I muttered, rocking forward and backward. But before I even had time to register what was happening, someone threw a handful of wolfsbane at me, the acrid smell filling my nostrils. "Cursed omega!" they screamed. "She killed her mate!"

The Carmine Gallery in full swing was a specific kind of beautiful that Occy had not let herself anticipate because anticipating things was how you set yourself up to be disappointed by them. She had not been disappointed. She had approximately four seconds to register this before Sol found her. Sol was a small person who generated an amount of energy disproportionate to their size, which was something Occy had noted the first time they met and had simply incorporated into her understanding of how Sol worked. They appeared at her elbow while she was still two steps inside the door, materialized the way Sol always materialized, out of nowhere and immediately mid-sentence.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

"Uh—I—don't think I can do that." No sooner had the statement slipped out of her mouth, did Cecily's brown eyes glow golden. Out of her freshly waxed pores grew short brown hair, and they stood straight, covering most of her skin. Her nails extended into claws, and her blunt canine teeth were replaced with razor-sharp fangs. Breaking into a dash, Cecily closed the distance between herself and Lexie. Her fingers went around the omega's neck and pushed her against a tree. All this happened in a split second, so that Lexie had no time to flee. She gasped for air, as the hand around her neck was crushing her throat.

Actually she never liked excessive interactions with other people. "You can see over there is the library. Over there, the Witch class. The moss green building is Sirens class. Well, next to it is the Vampire class. Then ...." Louisa explained all details of the existing buildings inside the Gothic Academy, while Lyla listened lazily. "Over there, the mixed class. It is held once a week." Louisa continued.