Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

was never in his mission dictionary. "Oh, you're not gonna talk?" In the past five years, Occisor has changed a lot. He's now an adult; six feet tall and long and black hair that falls to his shoulders or sometimes he His skin is fair, he has a full beard and his body's masculine and strong. He has some scars he gained during his battles. In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male.

Her voice echoed off the stone walls, but only the silence responded. Just as she was starting to tire, Sophia heard the sound of heavy, angry stomps coming from the depths of the dungeon. The footsteps grew louder, and Sophia's heart quickened with fear. She scurried back to the wall, her eyes fixed on the gate as a massive figure emerged from the darkness.A crude illustration of a fearsome creature. A hulking ogre, its massive frame looming large on the yellowed parchment. The ogre's skin was a deep, mossy green, and its features were coarse and brutish. A prominent brow ridge cast a shadow over its beady eyes, which gleamed with a malevolent intensity.

She turned her head and as she did, a slowburning, molten heat rose in her being. The boy standing in the garden amidst the rosebushes was nothing less than the most handsome man she had ever seen. Olive skinned, with dark hair falling to his shoulders and a tight jacket and pants which could hardly contain his muscular frame, he turned as if feeling her eyes upon him. His eyes were dark as they met her’s and from where she sat, Fallon felt as if she were seeing the sun for the first time. He averted his eyes, turning away from her and for a moment Fallon forgot how to breathe.