Marvel Oshtur Novels & Stories

“I will discuss it with April, but thanks man. For giving me this fucking opportunity. You know shelters don’t actually make much money, so it wouldn’t be a good investment right?” Osiris shrugged again, “it is a good investment for the pack. It will provide jobs, give people some purpose and it will make three of my packmembers happy.” “Who?” “You, April and Oliver.” Osiris laughed. “I thought that was fucking obvious.” Osiris was swearing! I guess he’s more like me Afterall. Fuck that man is a good Alpha. I started to laugh with him. “Sorry Osiris, but this whole thing has been a big fucking surprise. O shit, would I have to call you Alpha if I officially joined?”

"It took a while for everyone to be sent through, we now had about 800 wolves ready to fight for us which was heartwarming but we didn't know how many they had. "Sky can you mind link Desert, we need to locate where she is being kept" Sky nodded and closed her eyes in concentration. Skys p.o.v. "Desert can you hear me?" "Yeah I'm here, sky are you ok?" "I'm fine, why didn't you mind link me?" "They have only just left me alone" "Are you ok?" "Yeah, just a bit bruised, there are you?" "Not far, do you know where you are being kept?"

King Edward called out, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The figure threw back its hood, revealing a face twisted with malice and eyes gleaming with a dark light. "I am Malora, the Shadow Witch," she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of her name. Malora was a powerful sorceress known for her malevolent magic and thirst for dominion over the realms. Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom, and I knew we were in for a battle unlike any we had faced before.

Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort. Omar! Stop! Chloe finally managed to find her words. He's going to kill you! The distraction cost Omar. A split second was all Lucas needed to go on the offensive, sending Omar flying. The yelp gave away that Omar was injured by the impact with the ground but the sound snapped Chloe out of her shell-shock like a knock to the lungs. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, Chloe burst into a sprint, moving past Lucas was he stalked towards the injured wolf.

Get to know her before I unalive her guard dogs. First thing first, though. I need to locate where the fifth C.H.A.O.S. member is. Oscar isn’t someone I can underestimate. He is the most deadly of the bunch, with him being a psychopath with training and connections. I’ll have to take him out first. Because if I don’t, I’ll lose my head just like my big brother did, god rest his soul.

My eyes widened and I backed away from me, he followed me with confused eyes. "No, no no no no!" I repeated while putting even more space between us. I tripped and scraped up my palms. "No! It's illegal to be with me are you stupid? I'm an Omega!" I stumbled to my feet and spun to run away from him. Tripping again his arm wound around my waist and he yanked me off the floor. I stared up at the sky with watery eyes.

Martin, she realised. He was actually wearing a pair of shades and his hair black and short, and clean-shaven, but Megan felt the aura around him and she was willing to stake her life that it belonged to the leader of the Nameless. "In front of you," she whispered to Ricardo. He immediately looked and caught on. He got the tablet, and after after a few clicks said, "It's him," showing the AI match of Martin's appearance in Chersky with the one in Shanghai. "He's here disguised as one of the maintenance crew for the building."

I shook my head. Valentina still stood, her shoulders still up high, her spine still straight. “This is O,” she said, “the version of your omega drug sold on the black market.” My body tightened. “A son from a high Russian family took it,” he said, “not only is he showing symptoms of drug syndrome, but the father wants him back as an Alpha.” Valentina hissed. “Aren’t you the one who’s creating the drug?” Kalae’s expression twitched—genuine surprise.

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.