Kryptonian Oc Novels & Stories

Of all the supernaturals, the Krionas are the smallest, most cherished group and yet have the shortest life span, the strength of their Sight a gift that while it worked less often than not was a treasure to the rest of the world. To hurt a Kriona is sacrilege. Excerpt from "The Age of Krionas" by Mariah Mien (Kriona, Author.) _________________________________________________________ ALLY’s POV "That girl absolutely adores you. It would have taken me hours to get her to sleep, but just one story from you and she's out like a lamp." Aunt Marie grumbled and I chuckled as I placed Mia on the bed.

Then he jogged back to catch up with the others, glancing back once more with something that might have been concerning. Aurelian stood alone in the hallway as the crowd dispersed, the spectacle over. Students returned to their conversations and their phones, already forgetting the wolfless scholarship student who had been humiliated in front of everyone. He allowed himself a moment—just one—to drop the mask. His posture straightened. The fear disappeared from his expression. Rhydian Frost. Tavian Ashborne. Astarian Grey. Twenty years of training in secret with Kaidora, learning to control powers the world had forgotten omegas ever possessed. Twenty years of watching from the shadows as thes

Just people living freely, untethered to the whims of kings or generals. “Oh! Look who’s finally among the living!” The loud, cheerful call snapped Arthur out of his daze. Arthur turned his head and blinked in sheer shock. Walking up the wooden steps of the porch was a tall, lean man with broad shoulders, carrying a basket of dried herbs on his arm. A small, chubby toddler was strapped securely to his back. The man’s scent was unmistakably that of a male Omega—soft, vibrant, and completely unburdened. He held his head high, his face glowing with healthy color, smiling broadly at Arthur without a single trace of submissiveness or shame. A huge contrast to how they're treated in Elarion (the w

My knees buckled. Colton laughed, taking a step toward the gate. "See? You are just an omega! You cannot fight the blood of the founders!" Kaelen reached out, his massive hand catching my arm before I could fall. His crimson eyes flashed with violent intent, ready to leap from the battlements to slaughter them all. "Aria," he growled low. "No," I gasped out, gripping his wrist. The silver scar on my palm began to burn like liquid fire against his skin. "Let me."

The divine battle arts that they chose all cost 150,000 credits or 90,000 military achievement points for each one. Cruz asked for a loan from Kalen, as he didn’t have the required credits nor achievement points. Kalen allowed him to borrow the money, after he promised to pay it back. He could have given him the money for free as a gift, but they only known each other for a few days. He was not a charity center, as he was a knight. After settling all their needs, they returned to the counter where Knight Sergeant Enzo processed the devices and send the information to their implants. They left in high spirits.

I could dream forever and never run out of nightmare material. I look to the clock and see that it is almost 5am. My alarm will go off soon. I really don’t want to get up. Do I have to? That’s a stupid question. I do if I don’t want extra beatings from Krono. I found out Krono wasn’t actually a human years ago. Krono is a warlock and a damn good one too.

Kyron did not waste a second. He attacked again immediately, his fist slamming into Thane’s jaw with brutal force. But Thane barely reacted. Instead, he rose with unnatural speed and struck back, throwing Kyron several feet away. Kyron hit a tree hard but recovered almost instantly. His eyes flashed dangerously. “This is Hyperion,” Kyron growled. Tyla’s heart pounded violently as she could see it now. Something inside Thane was terribly wrong. His movements were wild, uncontrolled and his strength too unnatural.

Before she could stop him, he slipped the metal around her throat and locked it. Her eyes widened in horror. She clutched it tightly, trying to pry it off. "What is this?" She snapped. "It's called a Khaldron." Kieran muttered as he turned away. "It's a special device worn around the throat to keep your lycan powers subdued." He turned around sharply and faced her. "Whatever plans you have of escaping, forget it." He continued. "You won't shift unless that device is taken off. And without your lycan power, you're helpless."

“Well, what if I told you she didn’t destroy him? What if he agreed to become the essence of her safe house to help protect her and the rest of the Mavri Magea for the rest of eternity? The reason I have no scent is because the scent of the apartment is my scent?” I blink and shake my head. “You?” Kyon holds out his hand for me to shake. “Hi Bronx, I’m Kyon. I’m Kas’s first mate and sentient essence of the apartment.”

“Okay, what should I write? Half of the S Class students are human-skinned monsters like Kuroyuki? I demand an explanation!” “Are you sure it’s exactly ‘half’…?” “Hmm…? Oh. On second thought, Kronos is probably just slightly above average. In terms of physically and magically… The reason Kronos’s strong is because of his ‘Elemental’ power and his brain.” “Yes, you could say he’s an engineering genius with high compatibility with his element.” “But still, how is he able to verify that August is holding the legit Crepusculum Ignotum?”