Hollow Knight Oc Maker Novels & Stories

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

He snarled at it, knowing that his Omega was still at its earliest hundred of age, and the next page gives him much hatred. A jerk who abused the innocence of his Omega. The paper was crumpled inside his palms, the pheromones he released, gloom the whole room. This was also felt by Rikko, but he cares less because he has a gland suppressor, that he invented himself.

He smiles knowing everything and predicting it all, for, in this game where no one can be trusted, he is the ultimate joker that they should be aware of more than anything. “Well, well, well. Let’s start with the most important one, the soul and very shard piece of this world.” Snapping his finger as the image of the first key is shown in front of them and together by the pentagram of memories and intel to tell them, and all by his command. “The Obscura.” Presenting them with the technology that is not present in their time, but it will be short but will end up as a vintage one to last and loop of seven. Yin’s smile draws wide as a twisted nature marks from within him and added with a sinist

“We are really sorry, ma'am; we promise to bring out the culprit. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. It was weird, their attention and care. I was a stranger, but they could sniff my aura; clearly, they all knew I was an Omega. So why aren't they treating me equally, why so much finesse? Unless Kane made sure the entire pack knew that I had a chance of being the pack's Luna. The guards returned with a laptop, they set it on the table Penelope had grabbed a bottle of water from. The laptop had four display grids, and each showed the back of the large building. The laptop’s arrows are resting on one of the videos. “Ma'am, we found the stalker. Unfortunately, we couldn't catch his face

He looked at the dark television then the golden cakes on the floor, he reached out with a trembling hand, picking one up. He took a bit, swallowing it like it was poison. I should have felt victory but it left a sour taste in my mouth, feeling like a villain. Then a text came in. “The body in the hospital or the Omega you keep hidden, which one do you love more, you are a sick human Kieran Vale, or did you put the other Omega in there from fucking him into a near death state.”

She cocked a brow at me, so I held up my Glock and insisted, “This works every time.” “Boss, HVT fled,” Hogan reported that the high-valued target, Ozric, escaped our clutches. He pointed to a scrawny, black-haired guy who was trembling uncontrollably on his knees. “This squealer claimed that the Overlord is related to Gossart. He lives in Bakka of the Trenchlands.” Nia dropped her hand from mine. They curled into fists, and she stared with anger at the criminals. It made something shift inside of me. Her indignation became my wrath. My eyes dilated and landed on the squealer. A vile aura spurted from me along with a ferocious growl.