Mobian Oc Novels & Stories

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

Said Annabel to Mara and Mara smiled upon hearing that but she never stopped talking. "The Yam-Yum. This is just like the om…" Annabel didn't know what was om, so she needed to ask. "Om? What's om?" She asked curiously. "Hmmm… om is another sex position." Mara replied to her as Annabel's eyes and mouth opened widely. It was obvious that Annabel was surprised.

I reply M - correction, your fiancé not boyfriend. I send 3 laughing emojis. You miss me??? I send again. M - Always, send me a picture. What kind of picture?? I reply back. Like this? I send again now attached with a selfie of my face smiling at the camera. M - fuck!!!! How did I get so lucky?? Almost moaned out loud from seeing your beautiful face. That makes smile and giggle, God I love this man. I send another selfie but now showcasing my breasts in the sexy black lingerie I’m wearing.

I lay everything out on my desk like surgical tools, reading the instructions. The notes on how the ratios and combinations should be made. I begin refining the Mimic scent. Softer cedar, a faint metallic note to it, not eneough to scream imitation, but close enough for people not to notice the difference, myhands shake as I blend it up, my survival depends on it. Glancing at the weird looking concoction, I call Magnus for reassurance. Which he answers on the third ring. “You saw the decree,” I say immediately. A low hum leaves his throat.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

Name: MO - 501 Species : High Altitude Magic Observer Status : Damaged/ Temporary Deactivate/ Awaiting Activation Functions : Terrain Mapping Communications Relay Mana Canon (Damaged) Teleporter (Damaged) Downfall (Damaged) Extended Coverage Information Archive (68% Damaged) Descriptions: MO- 501 was one of the Black Keep Empire Magical Observer that were made for communications purpose and weapon of mass destruction's. It's a Living monster that were made by combining delicate Alchemy creations process and Mana tinkering, due to 604 786 years of disconnection, MO- 501 has deteriorated and several of it's functions were discarded to ensure it's survival. "That's was one hell of a story….wha

Xeno asks, looking at me all curious. "Oh, nothing, just Nana being as protective as she is, she also knows we are going to a club and not a party," I say, and Xeno's jaw drops in shock. "But she is cool with it and just wants us to be safe." I add, with a big smile on my face. "Ms. Ox is so cool, I would have never guessed she'd be so cool," she says, giggling a little. We sat down to resume our sunbathing and go quiet.

he exclaimed, fascinated. “What do you mean?” “Are you blind? The doll is identical to you, she has long legs, short hair, white skin, and big eyes. It only needs to have your name written.” I looked at the doll more closely and realized that he was right. It was a replica of me. "It can't be." That was all too weird. “Where do they do these things? I need the address of this factory, I'm going to have a version of myself made.”

Ria’s eyes widened immediately at the mention of that one app. She staggered backward and almost fell to the ground. Michael nodded weakly as pain flickered in his eyes. “Memory Obedience Behavioral Override… MOBO.” He said it in a whisper. “At first, I created it to become strong, to rule, and to deal with my enemies, mostly those bullies. I have always been fascinated by the fragile line between memory, instinct, and soul. I spent years building the experiment to merge lunar magic with human consciousness. It was never meant to override, manipulate, or torture.

Well, all but one. Thing is, on the wall just a little adjacent to the right side of the table was the largest monitor Megan had ever seen; like it was the combination of three of the world's largest monitors mounted on the glass wall without any strain to it. On its display was the map of the world; every continent, country, and region marked with an algorithmic assessment of different threat levels in numbers in relations to the various current events occurring in them in real-time. Now, that was Dennis Ahmad, Director of Olympus, she thought. The monitor showed the extent of his true power; and she couldn't help but be awed by it for a few seconds.