Kryptonian Oc Novels & Stories

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?”

Everyone nodded politely, as they waited to be introduced to us. “And Lycan Alpha Carson, and his mate, Marly,” the King stated. Everyone went silent. Until her parents made a move to step forward, “Well, you have quite a bit of explaining to do,” her father spit out. “How could you pretend to be an Omega, if you were an Alpha all along?” he asked angrily.

he replied him pinning him to the wall. Kyrian wasn't Abel's match back in those days but not anymore. He is now an Alpha and this makes him unstoppable has his power increased over the years since his dad died. And this made Abel no match for him either. ************************************* "Leave me alone. Don't touch me. Somebody help me." Lyla screamed from her sleep and was quickly stopped by the old man who hugged her tightly. "Sorry baby. Daddy's here. Shhhh." He said patting her back.

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.

said Ater haughtily. Logan understood what the superweapon was. He nodded and waved his hand. "We don't need nuclear weapons to kill him." Kaiser hastily said, "We are sure that you're more than capable of taking down this fiend, but we don't know where he comes from. Also, he seemed more powerful than us." Lady Violet caught up to them and said, "This man is called Yik. He's a Grade 4 Chrysopoeia practitioner from the Oceanus Galaxy."

Zach showed part of the page to Vincent, who was reading along. "Research object K-1121 is proposed by the CEO and lost during observation. The object was last seen one day before the injection. The estimated age is 36 weeks." Vincent frowned. "Kyron was approximately 36–37 weeks old when I brought him," Vincent said quietly. Zach was also surprised when he heard Vincent mention Kyron. "Do you think the research object referred to here is Kyron? Is it possible that Chad Donovan sacrificed his baby? It sounds impossible," said Zach later.

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.

"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."