Hellhound Oc Maker Novels & Stories

Alexei sighed, “Really now Ana, you know what Adrian would do with you if he found out you resisted. Gas a feral omega out…using their scent to find them and the only way you could trigger an omega's scent, was through arousal or fear. And Alexei…knew the shape of my nightmares. “Your room is still untouched, you know. The dining too. Declan made sure the packhouse never changed. He knew you'd come home some day. “This time though, the doors and windows are sealed, so not even the sunlight goes through without them knowing.” His boots were close now, a stall away, I could feel every thud. It wafted past my nose. That scent, My scent My teary eyes flashed open back to the dyed stall. Shit.. S

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

“It’s history.” She turned to the Council. “Tell her.” The eldest elder sighed, ancient and weary. “Long ago, the Moon Goddess gifted the packs with balance—Alphas, Betas, Omegas. But once, rarely, she created something else.” My wolf stirred violently. Listen. “An Omega capable of amplifying or breaking dominance itself,” the elder continued. “A living equalizer.” My heart hammered. “That’s not me,” I whispered. Elara smiled cruelly. “Isn’t it?”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Spikes grew on Upton's back and his talons released a purplish light, Earl got on a stance ready to scream. After tense seconds for the little monsters, finally, a golem appeared from the forest, it was a humanoid of 3 meters tall made out of wood, his hands had 3 thick fingers without nails that gripped a sharp crystal ax fit for such a being. On his back were a backpack made out of unknown animal skin, bundles of trees, and some carcasses from small critters like skull rats bone vultures stuck from the cloth and some holes that it had. Its head was a mask floating above its neck, a skull with 2 wings painted on the surface and a glowing crystal was embed in the "forehead."

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.

She was definitely energetic. My first lesson with Alec went great. He explained code words and units to me, focusing on letting me get a grasp of the structure and command theory. "You're smart. Very, very smart. Your intellect is no doubt higher than mine. That's why..." He trailed off, placing a square, metal box on the table. I blinked at it and then beamed. I recognised this little box. I helped create it - the tactical holo-emitter pod, model THP-500 - typically called holo-pod. A compact, self-contained projector that generates fully interactive, room-scale holographic simulations for everything from CQB drills to comms exercises. It was a joint effort between me, Helios, Khione and t