Novel & Cerita Humanoid Ocs

Do they really expect me to sell my pack to a human? I could feel my skin prickle, indicating my wolf was on the verge of taking over. A human claiming rights to a wolf pack is unheard of. We would be the laughingstock of the entire supernatural species if we went through with this. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?" I scream out, barely managing to keep my wolf from forcing a shift. My betas instantly take a knee before me as they bend their heads toward the ground, showing their necks in submission. My alpha aura washed throughout the room, forcing them to submit.

I was led into the Prince large study once again with Agnes closely behind. Prince was standing in front of five male guards all dressed in their official regalia. I couldn’t hear what he was speaking to them but he stopped and turned to face me once he noticed my presence in the room. His beautiful grey eyes held mine I was left feeling light headed as I continued to walk towards him before he reached out a hand and take mine. “Iris,” Prince said simply before turning to the five male I now recognized to be humans. Humans were built but not as large as the werewolves. They are slightly smaller and their features less aggressive as compared to their shape shifters superiors.

The man was prepared and stripped his shirt without any fluctuation in his expression. He exposed his chest and posed according to instructions. Nicole was the only woman there and was dumbfounded when she saw this. Her cheeks flushed red and she hurriedly looked at Gerard Lichman. “What’s this…” “We’re collecting various samples of the human physique in order to create different humanoid companions according to different preferences.” Nicole finally understood after Gerard’s simple explanation. She clenched her teeth and thought, ‘What an enjoyable job…’

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

When that purple sun in the sky was no longer a star but had transformed into a gigantic mechanical eye watching over the entire solar system, a strange shiver ran through my chest as thousands of mechanical humans resembling Lucas rose from the ocean and knelt before me. There was no familiar warmth in their eyes—only the burning fire of war. They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle.

The two Bloody Red Humanoid figures were perfectly identical. One of the two Identicals came forward and started talking "I've already restored your health, and your strength should now be back to normal. You see. Normally, I should've killed you already, but you've said something that caught my attention. You called yourself the 'God Of War', haha." The Identical laughed gently, then continued

During those two days, Calantha had to go through her most intense heat since her differentiation. Calantha is indeed a rare case of late differentiation. It wasn't until the summer of her freshman year of college that she differentiated into an omega. At that time, she knew that Stella Corporation recruited trainees every year, so she was determined not to re-register her gender. This was a unique opportunity, if she had missed it, she would have regretted it for the rest of her life.

"These aren't simulations, Kaima. These are the people the simulations are based on. Every 'Wolf' in your pack is based on a real person in this room. Every 'Censor' is based on a real soldier." "Why keep them alive?" "Because the data needs a soul to stay fresh," Aris said, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying scientific fervor. "If we just used code, the stories would become repetitive. We need the unpredictable spark of human consciousness. We're not just a media company, Kaima. We're a museum of the human spirit." She walked over to a drawer near my table. She pulled it open. Inside was a woman. She looked ancient, her skin like parchment, her hair a thin wisp of white. But as I looked at

Coincidentally, the feet that Klaie used to step on Omeo face was the cheeks that suffered a lot of beating for today, and it was from a prodigal researcher, a human and a weird guy with a feet shaped like that of an animal. Omeo was the one to be unconscious once again after having to make almost al Sotiras and heroes faint to execute the plan. The retribution only for him had come so soon. The guy lips which was lowered and not smiling finally curled up as he slowly and coldly said under his breathe, "Welcome No. 000005 to our evolved monsters world, Researcher Omeo" Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the