Lotr Oc Novels & Stories

He could have died at any time if she didn’t pay attention to him. Olympias carried Tyr on her back and entered the memorial park as quickly as she could. She was followed closely by Ortwin. Ortwin suffered a serious internal injury after fighting the afterimage that was condensed from Clovis’ inner strength just now. At the same time, Ortwin was completely taken aback by the discovery. Clovis had already mastered Empyrean Script to the ninth level, which he had not expected. His strength may have reached an alarming level in this case.

She never saw it coming with the future Alpha of the Dark Crescent Moon pack, Loid Cougar. Loid started laughing at his father again as he heard him talking nonsense about Sora. “Weak Omega! You are calling her a weak Omega. That same woman who had the guts to stand in front of the alpha king and fight for the rights of your people. When your own beta made a lame excuse of having diarrhoea the same day you were supposed to leave for the capital. How pathetic, father?” Loid was fighting at the same scale with his father.

If Kirou was present, he would recognize the elves as Old Oak and Redwood, and the dwarves as Old Copper and Hammerton. As all three sides connected via their respective view devices, they each saw the others' reactions. It was Old Oak that spoke up first, "With this meeting taking place, it seems like that young Lycan had managed to make his deliveries on time." When Old Oak said this, he had a smug smile on his face, as if hinting that he knows something that the others didn't. The others saw his reaction but paid no attention to it for now. Bladesmith and Old Wolf slightly narrowed their eyes when they heard Old Oak's words but they filed that away for another time as they had more import

Wondering if what he saw earlier was just his mind trying to sooth him. The second Theoden noticed David, he rushed at him. Luca grabbed him by his collar, throwing him to the ground. Caesar came out from the fog of dust, startling Theoden at once. “Hah! My son and my enemy teaming up against me. Where’s your honor in playing fair.” “No need chatting Theoden. I’ve spent enough years doing that.” Caesar joined the brawl. Meanwhile… a blue mist moved over the field, searching the ruins. It made it to the top, stopping in front of Roxanne.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Deep in the forest so as to remain hidden from detection (for now), the Olc hierarchy assembled in an enormous cave, the main cavern far from the entrance at the edge of a steep cliff surrounded in trees and rocky terrain. Doran, the Olc Alpha sat waiting for report on the One they were searching for. The One, if he could find and mate her before any other, would grant him all power over the world’s packs, was close. He could feel it. His deep red eyes glowed blood red in the light of the fire as he looked around his circle of most trusted.

He stared at each one, and they all nodded, except for me, who made it clear that I was furious at being kept in the dark. “What a lack of etiquette to involve me in a meeting where the only one who doesn't know what it's about, King Lycan, is your Luna!” I growled loudly, ferocious, and impatient. “Control yourself, she-wolf!” The Alpha shouted, raising an eyebrow, making my wolf shrink within me. “Elara, did you get the stones forged by the orcs?” “Orcs?” I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. “They are creatures descended from ogres; they don't have the same size or fury, but their strength and cunning are equal to those of their ancestors!” Oliver explained subtly and courteously. “I didn't kn

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

“I’m glad you understand this Oliver. His too close presence vanished just as quick as it had become close. He was at a corner now, his jaw hardened and his gaze at a plain wall. “You both will grow into love, just as your mother and I did. Our both packs will merge, strengthening our armies, multiplying our resources, leaving us more than prepared against rogue attacks.” He stopped to take a breath and added, “There has been reports on something strange. Most said it's the rogues growing more powerful and had somehow placed their hands on some…magic.”

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.