Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

He narrowed his gaze to her, and leaned in closer to speak lowly, “And then, just then, it confirmed how special I was.” “Special?” Asked Margaret, her curiosity intensifying. “Yes, Meredith. The blood of an alpha, when not bitten directly, can either kill you, infect your blood or turn you into a superhuman.” He took a long sip of beer. “Guess which one it did for me!?” He threw his hands with pride. “It made me stronger than Superman!” He exclaimed with a complacent grin. “Hahaha.” Margaret let out a contrived laughter. “Yes, yes. So once I got on a bike, did some badass stuff, and got back a debt for my bro, just like that, I joined the gang.” The mutant proudly said with a sly grin.

“Gale, what happened?!” “Shit! There is a small group of people who tried to release the head council, I gotta go!” The sudden disconnection left him unsettled. He quickly ordered two of his Beta members to guard the cabin while he investigated the situation below. Transforming into his wolf form, he witnessed Soma and Gale battling a group of berserkers. These hybrids had augmented strength from a chemical injection, attempting to save the head council while eliminating witnesses. Fortunately, they had anticipated this assault. Gale and Dimitri foresaw that the opposing forces still had some reserves and would strike during the executions. Despite the berserkers' formidable nature, they wer

With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge. I am Scarlett, the last mutant and werewolf following the rogue-led third-world invasion. I've been in hiding for years, and I despise interruptions... My thoughts drifted as the metals, previously floating in the air, suddenly plummeted to the ground. I couldn't dodge the heavy iron pieces crashing down on me, nor could I shift into my wolf form for safety. "What on earth is happening?" I shouted, shielding my head with my arms. My eyes widened in horror, realizing that each falling piece could seriously harm an ordinary human.