Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

"It took me months to finally acquire it and I planned to give it to you after the ceremony but since the time is here anyway. It's a drug that'll suppress your… condition. Make you seem like an Omega to every other person and just a drop of it will last for three years at the very least." Snow stared at the vial, betrayal thick in her throat. How could her Roman do this? She thought he was fair, thoughtful and kind. Now he wanted to murder an entire species??! Tears rushed to her eyes but before she could react, Roman turned and strode back into the arena, effectively ending the argument. So Snow had no choice but to go back with him, her maid quietly at her side. The moment they returned,

“This isn’t something to celebrate.” A few people laughed and my chest tightened. “What do you mean?” He stepped back like my presence disgusted him. “I mean I don’t want you, Valerie.” The words immediately stabbed a hole through my heart. “I... I don’t understand,” I said quickly. “The Goddess chose...” “The Goddess made a mistake,” he cut in. “You’re an Omega and you can’t even shift. What am I supposed to do with you?” More laughter and my ears rang. “I can learn,” I said desperately. “I can try harder. I swear I’ll...”

For a moment, it looked like the fight was already over. But then something unexpected happened. A strange pulse of energy suddenly rushed through the clearing. Aria gasped. A sharp pain exploded in her chest, forcing her to clutch her heart. Something inside her was reacting to the fight. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly. Kael’s head snapped toward her immediately. His eyes widened. “Impossible…” he murmured. Because the power rising from Aria didn’t feel like an omega’s strength. It felt like an Alpha’s.

I nodded in agreement. “But he usually visited during the holidays until his Father passed away. He had to take over as Alpha and we discovered we were fated mates. I have always been called a wolfless Omega, for Kian it was an insult to be mated to an Omega and one who has not been able to shift for years!!” Eric’s eyes shone in amazement, “No wonder you were unable to heal quickly as expected.” His words tore through my heart leaving me in pain for some minutes.

“Can we change the subject please? I assume you really were too busy to come pick me up. Because if you sent Eris merely for the purpose of fucking with me, there will be payback. “Tell me about the disappearances. How many more are missing and do we have confirmation these mutant rogues were involved in every case?” “Mutant? Is that what we’re calling them now?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “What would you call it?” I challenge. “I’ve never seen anything like them. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they had lycan blood. When I was attacked, I almost didn’t win, Garrett. “They’re stronger and faster than a normal wolf. And there must be a lot of them if these attacks are happening all over t

The wolf dropped me and transformed so I was now staring at the feet of a man. Tion. Alpha of Crimson. Feral. Mad, they whispered. Dangerous and unstable. He looked down at me with gold eyes that mirrored his beast’s. No pity. No surprise. Only curiosity, sharp, cutting and cold. “Another stray,” he said. His voice was rougher than gravel, low with disuse or disdain. “Or a spy.” Accompanied with a grin that promised pain if I was the latter. “She’s Moon Stone’s,” someone growled behind him. “Weak. Latent. Rejected.”

The child’s eyes, glowing faintly, watched everything with unnatural awareness. “Stay behind me,” Damian growled, rifle raised, his body angled to shield both Alex and the child. Fresh blood streaked his arm from a graze, but his eyes were sharp, feral. The mutation in the air—the airborne strain released when they breached the sealed chamber—had already begun its work on the team. One man had already fallen, skin rippling as tentacles began to push through his flesh, eyes turning solid blue.

Daughter of the late Hugo liam Jordan, and her late mother name was Kimberly Hanna Jordan, a former Beta male of the vengeful eyed pack. I am 19 years old. You know that kind of height; I'm neither very tall nor very short. I have injuries all over my pale body. There is not a single area of my body that is free of blemishes or wounds. Silvery eyes are something I have. The name of my wolf is Fiona. With hazel brown fur, she has cream-colored hair. She has blue eyes, that's for sure. Lastly, she has been thinking a lot about her partner, lest I fail to add that.

The ship's supposedly advanced armor failed, turning everyone into beta mutants one by one. The only one that hasn't changed is Orch. A shudder of turbulence rocks the free-falling ship and Orch stumbles. I run forward to catch up with her. Even with the strong wind sucking the air out of the grip, I am instantly attacked by its intense scent. She turns her face towards mine, revealing eyes that are unnaturally dilated. Orch changed. She is not a beta, but has mutated. There may be no outward signs, but the contamination has reached your body, changing it in unseen ways - your physiology, your hormones, your needs...

“Roxy managed to get these through one of our birds. It seems the duke’s forces are already… stirring.” I stepped forward, unrolling one. The language was coded, but even then, I saw the signs. Supply movements. The arrival of a new caravan of “materials.” Mentions of a new homunculus prototype under development—this time, with “greater resistance to pheromones and lunar interference.” My blood ran cold. “That’s for me,” I whispered. “That’s built specifically to catch me.” Vladimyr slammed a hand against the edge of the desk, sending cracks through the wood.