Romans & histoires Monsterverse Oc

"She's a damn smokey bitch." Lara said, walking towards her two sisters. She was the eldest among the three, and she hated the omega with an unrefined hatred. "Yes, she is." "She's such a whore." "Such a bad wide pussy, she's really a bad bitch." Whispers filled the room, already disgusted with the omega. Lucas watched with satisfaction. He loved what he was seeing—her foolish family tormenting her, not him. "Quiet but deadly like a snake, ssssss."

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

The street lights flickered past, Luca’s jaw locked, his eyes forward, his hands trembling on his gun. Noa’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. A message. Got your monster. Try and take him. -D. The van swerved as Noa’s scream split the night.

I sighed, and began to walk on the narrow path. Looking down, my heart shook for the fear of falling off. I couldn't see anything below me: it was completely dark. I swallowed hard, and continued walking until I arrived at the spot where I was meant to stand. Suddenly, the lights came on, shining directly on me. I swept my eyes all over the place, looking at my reflections on the mirror hanging in the air. “My name is Caleb, and you are standing before the Five Pillars Of Truth that oversee the affairs of the White Moon pack. Would you kindly tell us why you're here, Daphne?”

"Apologies, I was just wondering why the Moon goddess bestowed an omega upon our Alpha." I swallowed and bowed my head in response. "Please, there's no need for that," Elder Thomas scolded them. "In addition to being Alpha's Luna, the moon goddess has given her something that other female werewolves do not possess." "Elder Thomas is right, Elder Samuel." Alpha approached us, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "From now on, she is no longer an Omega. There is no Omega stronger than me, and I believe you feel the same way." I couldn't fathom how he thought I was stronger than him.

I choke down a laugh, but Mirasol shoots me a sharp look, the kind that says Behave. Brent carries on, utterly unfazed. “That’s probably why they brought me along—because I’m the best. Kill ratio? Perfect ten. Precision? Ten. Danger level? Also ten.” He throws in a dazzling, deliberately over-the-top grin. “But enough about me. We can’t all be this amazing, after all.” Caleb shakes his head, barely containing his amusement. “Can you believe this guy?” he whispers, mimicking Brent’s voice with exaggerated flair. “‘This amazing.’”

she says, and my heart stops in my chest. Fear turns my blood to ice, and my heartbeat begins to ring in my ears. Lazarus growls as I panic. He hates the thought of them being on a battlefield too, but he has nothing to say. I know if I bring up what Kandace said, Chloe will eat me alive, but it's all I can think. She is an untrained Omega! Untrained and vulnerable on a battlefield.

They almost looked like regular werewolves, members of a pack who would offer assistance, until my eyes registered their bloodshot irises and the numerous horrifying scars that covered their bodies. I shut my eyes. If Celeste has the power to request her goddess to resurrect these anomalies... then I too can beseech my goddess to restore them to their original state. These monsters are just ordinary werewolves who perished in battle or due to illness. They should not be revived and manipulated to fulfil her wicked intentions. I opened my eyes again and held my breath for a moment when the first thing I saw was a vibrant blue aura swirling around me, acting as a protective barrier against the

“We’re your family!” Lucas crawled forward, his body shattered, his fists pummeling Caleth’s shadow, his voice a broken shout, tears mixing with blood. “You’re not a monster, Jess! I trust you!” He tackled Omnis’s abyss, his ribs cracking, his cry defiant as threads slashed his arm, his love a fire against the star’s lies.