Green Lantern Oc Novels & Stories

"It used to be a Demon glamour but now I think it's permanent. The green... Well, I was always a glitchy demon. Why do you ask? Couldn't you recreate this coloring with your skill as a Marker?" "Not permanently. There are about a dozen ways I could create that green but it would fade over time. I was hoping for a sample of your fur so I could reverse engineer the dye your Marker used, but you didn't use one..." The Orangelo sighed. "But that's fine. I am working on some new dyes for blue right now and if those work out, I might be able to blend them with the yellows I already use." Sinking down to the floor so he was on the same level as Lexi, the Orangelo pressed his face against the bars.

muttered Alpha Matthew. “What’s going on, though? You can tell me, I’m all ears,” I prompted. “Well…” “What did you find out, Alpha?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “I met with the Leader of Neo Greenpeace, Lauryn,” Alpha Matthew replied solemnly. “They claimed that Holly was a Ghoul who had stolen a destructive potion from them.” “A destructive potion?” I repeated, incredulous. “What kind of potion?” “A potion that causes all plant life within a certain radius to wither and die,” Alpha Matthew explained.

The golden dust of the shattered Celestial Envoy settled onto the jade floor of the medical sanctum, cold and lifeless. Caleb didn't spare it a second glance. He picked up a dark, reinforced trench coat from the armory rack—one woven from the ship's kinetic-dampening fibers—and shrugged it over his broad shoulders. He left the coat open, revealing the intricate, silver-gold tattoos that now pulsed with an entirely new rhythm. They were no longer just the marks of an Alpha Lycan; they carried the faint, terrifying resonance of Scarlett’s Sovereign Qi.

The crescent moon symbol on her forehead blazed to life, casting a stark, blinding light across the darkened sanctuary. "Gina, no!" Lucien shouted, trying to shield her as three more hunters burst through the windows. But Gina didn't need shielding. She extended her hands, palms open. The spirit energy of the island, which Lyra had been struggling to control, suddenly recognized its true master. It rushed toward Gina like a tidal wave, wrapping around her forearms in ribbons of pure, ethereal white light.