Green Lantern Oc Novels & Stories

"What… what was that? Why would it do that?" Levy’s gaze never left mine. He slowly walked over to the fallen lantern, which had now dimmed to a soft, pulsating glow. He bent down, and with a casual, almost reverent motion, placed his hand on the body of the lantern, not the lid. Instantly, the light softened, steadying into a gentle, golden radiance. He picked it up effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing. "This lantern, Darren," he said, his voice calm, almost educational, as he held the now placid, glowing artifact. "It recognizes its true wielder. It responds to them, and only them. It can be… quite volatile if someone attempts to activate it improperly."

But why? “Just so I could kill you! This is for the future! We can not... I, the Green Witch can not allow him to rise to that position!” Wayne screamed and that moment, a dark-grey smoke began to emanate from him and moved in snake-like tendrils towards her. She screamed but suddenly, a bright yellow light came out of nowhere at Wayne and he fell to the ground unconscious. Olive stood dazed, with her heart beating so loud she was sure it could be heard downstairs.

Now that the storm was over, they were starting to feel astonished internally. A teenager who seemed to be only about twenty years old was actually a Rank 4 Evolved One. Moreover, the aura that he had employed earlier… At this time, Jackson looked at Lucas with his eyes wide open. The aura he had employed was gold in color, that was to say, he was a Grade SSS gene martial artist. The color of one’s aura was dependent on one’s gene grade. Grade D Gene was green; Grade C Gene blue; Grade B Gene cyan; Grade A Gene red; Grade S Gene purple; Grade SS Gene black; Grade SSS Gene gold.

I began to calm down, but I kept my eyes on the Lycans. “My dark Luna it is fine. Those are Calan and Mikal. They will not hurt you.” Ruari whispered in my ear. I went to turn my head to look at him but let out a screech when I happened to catch Peadar and Oisin shifting. While they are in good shape, especially Oisin for being the age he is, I did not need to see their blindly white asses. I turned in Ruari’s arms, burying my face in his chest.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

"And the backlash, Dr. Vance? When a circuit this massive discharges, the recoil will be catastrophic." "I am the ground wire," I answered simply. Killian’s head snapped toward me, his silver eyes flashing with sudden, violent objection. "No. Elara, you cannot ground an entire ecosystem. Your nervous system will fry." "I am the Luna, Killian," I said, stepping into his space and pressing my hands flat against his armored chest. "The mountain's biology was rewritten by my bloodline. I am the only one whose anatomy can absorb the shock without turning to stone or burning to ash. You are the battery. I am the anchor. Do not fight me on this."

REWRITE. You are a productive member of the Protocol. VALIDATE. "DARLENE! HOLD THE NOISE!" Eryx’s voice reached me through the static, but he was fading, his violet-black shadow being bleached white by the "Corrective" light. I looked at Hope and Leo. My children were being "Audited" by the Grid’s primary processors. Hope’s emerald-gold fire was being turned into a Stable, White Lantern. Leo’s indigo runes were being "Optimized" into a Linear Spreadsheet.

The lantern was ancient-looking and had a pin on top of it. "Bring your hand, darling," he said, stretching out his hand to her. She hesitated a little but gave it to him after his gaze reassured her. He slightly pierced her hand with the edge of the lantern, making blood drop out, followed by a sharp pain. As blood dripped out a little, he placed his hands on her bleeding hand, and some green energy burst out. When he removed his hand, her hand was completely healed, and the pain slowly subsided.

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

The orb seems to radiate an otherworldly warmth, drawing us closer with its irresistible pull. As we reach out to touch the orb, a surge of energy courses through our bodies, filling us with a renewed sense of purpose. Our eyes meet, reflecting the determination burning within each of us. We know that this is no ordinary orb – it is a catalyst for our ultimate destiny. With trembling hands, me and Jericho place our palms against the smooth surface of the orb. Its radiant light envelopes us, infusing us with knowledge and power beyond comprehension. Visions flaId before our eyes—visions of battles fought in distant realms, of heroes and villains, of triumphs and sacrifices.