Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

Tala crushed the phone in her grip then threw it down "I'm going now, if I see your face anywhere but here or in town, I will kill you" "Understood" With a last glare at her Tala walked round her and left the house. Odine fell back in the couch with a gasp of relief, so this is what is meant by never challenge a werewolf, just like a child will eventually grow up, an Omega will eventually become an Alpha, they might not pose a threat in the beginning, but there is a truth behind the term dogs don't forget and Odine experienced that first hand.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet. Students moved around them in clusters, some in deep, crimson-trimmed uniforms, others in darker grey and silver. Wolves. Vampires. Others, rarer and harder to place. Everyone looked like they belonged. Virelle felt that difference immediately. She was watched from every direction, not always openly, but constantly. Eyes tracked her progress. Whispers changed shape as she passed. The silver-blood girl. The oath anomaly. The thing from the Hollow Grounds.

I hoped there were no wild and vicious animals here or I would be dead meat. Praying silently to the Moon Goddess, I slowly advanced in that direction and soon enough my eyes fell on something. Then, emerging like a sentinel from the gloom, I saw it—a colossal, wide pillar that reached into the abyss above. It was so impossibly tall that I couldn't see its tip, disappearing into the darkness like an anchor that connected this forsaken land to something even more ominous. The pillar was made of an obsidian-like substance, darker than the blackest of nights.

By obtaining that evidence the game would be over and his threats would not matter in the least. My heart leapt when I managed to see a person's shadow around midnight, it hadn't been long. I let the recording run and I saw someone arrive wearing a black hood, boots and gloves, his head was down and I could not see his face, nor his hair color. The person approached the main entrance and slipped the note under the door, he was turning his back to the camera and that made me too uneasy, I got very close to the screen and stared at that mysterious subject. He was acting very strange, he was standing there doing nothing as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly he raised his head and look

I whipped my head toward the door, the scent of wild pines grating my nose. Goosebumps broke against my skin when i realized what the scent was, the Lycan! He was here! I couldn’t help the jolt of anticipation that went through me as I tried to avoid the monster’s dead gaze. “Come out and fight me you coward!” Hector's booming voice seemed to be coming from far away, the noise of the wind whistling through the trees and the creak of the wooden door swaying in the wind filled the air so that I watched the pink-eyed monster grit the multitude of his teeth.

he asked as gently as he could, feeling worse when the guy flinched. “I was walking back to my place after a night out with some friends when I come across his scent, it was like nothing I had ever smelt before” Steve said with a shudder, remembering the way the scent of crocus’ and lavender and Pure Omega had wrapped around him and dragged him down the street. “I followed the scent into an abandoned house, a vampire den, I almost ripped the place apart until I found the door down to the basement. He was there, trapped in the corner. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen” he whispered around the lump in his throat.

Dominic cupped his chin with his hand while he thought, Stacy’s eyes followed his fingers movements and she realized that Dominic hadn’t shaved today, he had a starting of a five O clock shadow forming. “You couldn’t place the creature?” Dominic finally asked. Stacy shook her head, “Nothing I have ever met before, and I have met pretty much every Preter over the past few years, even a few of the mutated ones, nothing matches, it was almost oriental, like Okimi, but it was harsh at the same time.” Stacy tried hard to separate the scent in her head but she just couldn’t place the second half. “I understand, look, not everything can be solved in a day, take tonight, relax, go to a bar, come bac

I was eager to experience that kind of love from him. His body straightens and he has a deep frown. I look at him with confusion, but he doesn’t say anything. I ask in a soft voice, “Ozzy, what’s going on?” He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even look at me. I notice the gas first, I’ve smelled this scent so many times before when they were trying to make it. Osborn has elf in his blood, he’ll knock out first, but it causes wolves to pass out as well.