Kryptonian Oc Novels & Stories

His right hand rested on his thigh while his left wrist lay atop the long, glowing sword. Blood marked his features, dripping down from his chin onto his chest as he stared ahead. I inhaled a deep breath. I had to. He was drenched in blood and he was holding the sword of the first Alpha King of the East—the Original weapon that was gifted to the Lycan by the Moon Goddess. The skull engraved in it glowed purple, radiating an azure fog that spread in the space around. Silence was the resident of the throne room and the rest of the castle which was filled with thousands of people. They couldn’t speak in front of him.

His soft lips kiss my neck, setting off such relief as the spell I was under begins to break. "Tirian." I whisper, unsure of what to do - I am a virgin Omega. Does he want me to touch him? Should I kiss him back? Tirian leads me to my bed and pushes me down on it. "Your scent..." He rumbles, his eyes trailing down my body to my lips. "I wonder what you taste like." The smaller male climbs on top of me, looking me in the eyes again before dragging his fangs against my neck to my breasts. His tongue slips out to toy with my nipple, teasing me for my reactions.

“An… an omega? But… how?” “I don’t know!” Kaelen burst out, his voice a raw, frustrated snarl. “The Moon Goddess in her infinite wisdom has decided to play a cruel joke on me. She has tied me, the King of the Lycans, to a terrified nineteen-year-old kitchen maid from Silver Creek!”

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”

She collapsed on the bed and after a lot of convincing, stopped Ann from immediately tending to her and forced her to sit and rest too. Kyan was a superhuman. Because no matter how Thalia tried to convince him to rest too, he just told her he was okay and took his position at the entrance of her room. He probably ate differently, because there was no way a normal human wouldn't at least sit down after such strenuous exercise.

Just calm. Quiet confidence. "Not much info on him," Dante admitted. "Kyrian Volkov. Famous Model & Actor in Russia. Omega. 21." Enzo Romano whistled. "An Omega that tall? 6'4"? Rare." "That's why people think he's an Alpha," Dante said. "That's it. No other info. Seems the Volkovs hide him from the underworld." "Ooh," Matteo teased. Leaned forward. "He really is the Volkov treasure, huh, Big Brother?"

"But we have not engaged in standard penetration since you confessed your twisted hotwife network rules." "I do not want my own release," Clark Kent whimpers, his small cock dripping thick pre-cum against his underwear while he refuses to touch himself. "I only want you to describe exactly how Oliver Queen used his massive weapon to claim your tight ass while I devour your hole with my tongue."

She gave me a surprised look “Wait you mean Jayden of the Callium Wolf pack?” Eleanor said out loud” " Her facial expression wasn't a good one but I couldn't care less about whatever it was she thought “Yes Jayden,” I said with my eyeballs wide open “Do you have a problem with that?”I asked giving her a dreadful look “But Fa..ther……. Father, you and I and every other member of this pack and beyond know of how cruel Alpha Jayden is “ she said almost at the point of tears

So, you need not be afraid of us. But I have a request, more of a favor from you.' Argus and Fabian exchanged looks. What was that the man was asking from them? And why? The man continued' I am Karmen. The leader of the Krakens. We had a little battle with the king's forces and a few of my brothers are injured. I know priests are masters of healing. So, as a favor, I want you to tend my fallen brothers, and in return, I will show you a secret route that will take you to Delphi within two days. I will also provide you provisions for the journey'.

He was Lycan Knight Owen who was second in rank next to the Lycan King Gian and also the one next to even more powerful Lycan for whom the title of the king would solely not do justice, Lycan Lucas! Owen, who had been looking at the glowing tattoo with relief, was shell-shocked. His eyes that homed relief soon went panicky on seeing the glow of the tattoo vanishing in the snapping second. Gaping at his tattoo with his wide eyes, he said incredulously, "Oh no! The tattoo disappeared!" The Cart Driver is the Lycan and not an ordinary Lycan but the Lycan that comes under the second rank: Lycan Owen! Who is this Lycan Knight searching for?