Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

she said. Xavier released me and sat on the edge of the examination table. “Healer Darren. Report.” Scott stepped in behind us. “Beckett, this is irregular. The Council—” Xavier cut him off with a look. “I am pureblood,” Xavier said quietly. “The Lycan Prince of the Royal Territories. Address me accordingly, Redwood.” Scott’s jaw tightened. “Or leave,” Xavier added. Scott didn't challenge him, but he didn't look happy. Darren began unwrapping Xavier’s bandages. The wound looked worse than it should; the edges were dark and irritated, refusing to close. Even with my clinic's help, the flesh seemed to be fighting itself.

He was built like a battering ram, with a thick neck and fists the size of my skull, and his brown wolf’s claws clicked against the stone as he cracked his knuckles one by one. The crowd on the ledge went silent. Then the murmuring started. “Is that the omega who got taken by the rogue?” “He can’t even shift.” “He’s going to die.” Maren Holt pushed through the bodies on the ledge, her scarred face tight with anger. “Kellan. Stop this. He’s still recovering from a claiming and the heat serum. He can’t fight.”

The man’s voice held a gentle rumble of interest, like he truly wanted to understand Aiden better. "Glaciana told me it’s something Omegas go through," Macmillan continued, his words flowing smoothly. "She saw the future, many other future Omegas will experience the same thing. It makes him uncomfortable. He releases pheromones and gets really emotional." "But he’s fine now, right?" Macmillan's dad asked, his tone softening with concern. "I can only imagine how strange it must have felt for him. All of this is so new, one day he was human and the next thing he wasn't."

And he definitely was not a wolf shifter. As far as I knew, the pack cities were made up of about seventy percent wolves, with different kinds of creatures spread throughout the rest. Darius, with his light skin and striking eye color, was definitely a tiger shifter, and his power level seemed to be around the middle for an alpha. Not that I was an expert, but omegas were good at sensing the strength of others. Another wonderful gift. “Aria,” I said, sounding calmer than I actually felt. “It’s nice to meet you too, though things could be nicer under different circumstances.”

I manage to reply, spending most of my energy to resist passing out from the pressure. “Dane?” He says, lifting the pressure. I could swear I heard Talia curse my very existence at that moment. “Any relation to Alaric Dane” he asks. “Yes, he's my guardian. My uncle.” My uncle who is also a general and who gladly doesn't bother himself with mundane tasks like overseeing the trials. “Your class” he asks, “what is it?” I gulp. “I'm an Omega” And he chuckles. “An Omega dares to talk back at me. I must be going senile”

I don't want to get entangled with him and later get heart broken. "Little white". He called as he tapped his finger on my head to break me out of my thoughts, “I can see the wheel spinning in your head, but I just want you to know this; I am not like the other Alphas and I won't reject my mate because she is an Omega. The only reason I would reject my mate is if she betrays my trust. Are you going to betray me, little white?”.

There is no part of my body that does not have a spot or an injury there. I have got a pair of blue eyes. My wolf's name is Octavia. She has a fur of hazel brown with some cream color on it. Well, she has a pair of blue eyes. And before I forget to mention it, she has been thinking about her mate a lot. Mate… speaking of mate, I don't think he would want us. I mean I'm not beautiful. I am just some omega who wears tattered clothes. My hair is not very well combed, I just use my hands to detangle them.

As if in response to her musing, the other mutant spun into the air with such speed that he disappeared before he stopped in mid-air and slowly lowered himself to the sidewalk. They’re playing with their food, she mused, How disgusting. Her reaction to the mutant behavior was more powerful than she’d intended. She quickly discovered that one of them also had the gift of telepathy when he released his captive unceremoniously and cocked his head, while sniffing the air. She perked her ears to hear their exchange of words and discovered that they were aware of another underworld being in their midst and this other being considered them disgusting. She cursed herself for being so careless whil

“Great! Go take care of your injuries and get some rest. We will start training tomorrow.” Terrence nods before shifting back and not a sign of his injuries is on sight. The cracked lip and blue eyes he had earlier are completely gone. I frown at him. That’s very fast healing. “It’s my mutation, Your Majesty,” he says when he notices my surprise but does not explain further.