Lesbian Ocs Novels & Stories

The age when wolves found their wolves. Except Rebel. She skipped a pebble across the glowing surface. It danced three times before sinking. “I’m nothing special,” she whispered to the lake. “Just a wolf-less Omega. Who was I kidding?” The ache in her chest throbbed. Was that why the Alpha King’s voice had shattered her so completely? Why her body had reacted like it belonged to him? She shook her head hard. No. She was foolish. Pathetic. Lost in fantasies where Omegas were loved and chosen.

cried the eldest sister, "It's worse than I thought!" "Much much worse," said the second. "The oracle was right! You have married a beast! A monster!" "Oh, no, no!" cried Psyche in tears. "Not a monster! But the most beautiful being in the world!" "Beautiful beings like to be seen," said the eldest. "It is the nature of beauty to be seen, Psyche. Only the ugliness hides itself away. You have married a true beast."

Ostana asked with a bright smile, her almond eyes wide. “Babe,” Laker spoke before I could. “Yeah, late December- Ouch!” Laker rubbed the top of his head with a pout, my mate laughing as he rested his hands on my baby bump. “No, dumbass,” Ostana said, pulling her hand back to her bump. “And I didn’t even hit you that hard… The sex, as in male or female. Not when they had sex,”

The torches hissed in their sconces, casting restless shadows as the debate turned hotter. Leander let out a dark chuckle, low and bitter, echoing off the stone walls of the hall as he continued. “Brides he keeps in a harem,” he said, voice dripping with scorn. “Brides who serve only his sexual needs. Brides who hold no title higher than Omega. Brides who can be killed or cast aside on the whim of his mood.” He turned his sneer on the young Beta who had spoken in Winter’s defense, eyes glinting like sharpened steel. “Call them what you will, they are sex slaves wearing a prettier name—nothing more.”

Ophelia's POV The High Priest's voice carried through the silent hall. "On this blessed Christmas morning, beneath the eternal gaze of the Moon Goddess and before the Wolf Council and pack members, we gather to witness the sacred union between Alpha Nicolai Ashbourne and Ophelia Starkingstein." The last word faded, leaving only the low hum of Christmas music in the background. Every person in the hall was watching us. Then the High Priest turned to Nicolai. "Alpha Nicolai Ashbourne, do you accept Ophelia Starkingstein as your lawful wife and Luna?"

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

She leaned back into her chair, as if distance was needed for whatever she was about to say. “Gerard,” she said, voice softer—the softest I’ve ever heard. “You of all people should know that’s possible.” My chest tightened, my muscles contracting. “When someone becomes an omega, it rewires their brain,” she continued. “The brain chemistry. Instincts. Alpha pheremones that usually trigger aggression start triggering attraction.” Her eyes searched mine to be sure I was following. “There’s a reason Alphas clash with other Alphas, and omegas don’t.”

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

Lisa’s tiny sounded concerned that drew attention back to her, only for her father to see her eyes glowing blue. “She’s an omega, an abomination. You cheated on me to give me an abomination?!!!!!” The husband yelled as he grabbed the woman by her neck in front of the little girl. Lisa broke into sobs as she witnessed her father get physical with her mother. “I’m going to kill the both of you,” he threatened on a serious note coated with anger. The mother managed to land a kick between her husband’s legs to cause him a brief distress, she took the opportunity to grab Lisa’s hand that still has her claws out and not in yet.

“No one. Not my friends or family and not even my personal therapist.” He seemed to believe her and his body relaxed. “Trisha is one of our doctors and she is mated to one of our males. It’s a good thing no one ever learned you worked with us or you may have been targeted by someone who doesn’t agree with our continuing existence. She was in danger because of her association with the NSO. Moon was part of her security detail. They became close friends. Trisha is irritated that Slade won’t allow her to talk to her friend but we’re very protective of our mates. One bruise, or hell, even if he made her cry, Slade would tear him apart.” “I didn’t officially work for the New Species Organization.