Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

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.

But when he glanced in the rearview mirror, he spotted the scarred figure standing at the edge of the bridge, its eyes glowing like embers in the night. Scarlett, already feeling her power surge, observed him with an intensity that felt otherworldly. Her hands slowly lifted; as a mutant, she could manipulate the police van due to its metal components. Within moments, her claws began to extend, her eyes shifting to a menacing yellow. She recognized the figure as the same one from the store, but he was no werewolf. Gradually, she started to transform. The officer's gaze was fixed on her, fear enveloping him, paralyzing him as he weighed his options.

He had no hair, no eyebrows, and his eyes were the most terrifying thing Baraka had ever seen. They did not glow with the violet fire of the Starfall. They were voids. Perfect, pitch-black spheres that seemed to absorb the red light of the flares, offering absolutely no reflection. "Did you honestly believe," Nyosi said, stepping out from behind the desk, completely unbothered by the sudden physical clash happening inches from her face, "that I would sit in a dark room waiting for a hostile Active to arrive without a shield?" Baraka tried to pull his wrist free. The pale mutant’s grip was not overwhelmingly strong in a muscular sense, but it was absolute.

Jagged scars crisscrossed its entire face, and corrupted energy radiated from it like heat from burning iron. The leader of the mutant army! It lifted its head, letting out a deafening roar, and Kieran stepped in front of me instantly. “Mira, stay back.” “Cover me,” I clenched my fists, ready to land a solid blow. “I’ll attack it from behind.” With a thunderous growl, Kieran charged forward, slashing his claws into the mutant’s flesh. The mutated leader also rushed forward to meet him, its jaw snapping loudly.

Mutants have a distinctive scent. It goes along with their overall wrongness. They smelled like rotten earth and industrial buildings. Depending on the type of mutant, all they had to do was be near you, and you could become infected. Only superheroes can defend from those because they have some of the mutant genes in them, so they don’t turn. If you don’t have the mutant genes in you already, you’re at risk of turning into a mutant. Those mutants are rare. It’s more common to face the ones that if they bite you or break your skin, you become infected. But it was always better to be safe, then dead.

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

Immediately the contents of the syringe was empty, the man stepped back and Jeremy immediately began to jerk. His skin paled, becoming almost as white as snow and he began bleeding from both his eyes and even his nose. The man stood from a distance and watched while the boy's body went through painful yet devastating changes. The mutagen that had just been injected into his system, was supposed to mess was his DNA and give him superhuman abilities so he could be recruited to serve under the master.

Standing tall in the uniform, the youngest packs Alpha in history. Eyes as cold as winter, beside him stood Rhea, Radiant, perfect and Victorious. Ronan stared at the screen like it had punched a hole through his chest. Now, as an Omega, all his emotions are written on his face. “He looks, “ his voice fading. “Different.” I didn't answer because the man on that screen barely resembled the boy we had known. The warmth was gone, and the reckless grin and stubborn devotion had all been washed away. Rhea made my heart ache as I looked at her.