Nightwing Oc Novels & Stories

He was Alpha Gavin of the Sanguis Phantoms Pack, of average height, sporting a Mohawk and a red paw tattooed under his left eye. “Of course,” Vance replied in a clipped tone. “I noticed that you claimed an Omega tonight.” Gavin rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes, it was time to get a second mate. It’s been five years without a Luna.” “Did you meet her before tonight?” I questioned, simply because I wanted to know if the selection was impromptu or if he had gone out of his way to convince her to accept him. And by convince, I meant by force or bribery.

And for Selene to stand beside him—not as his subordinate, but as his Luna, his equal. The ceremony was not a gentle affair. The Ashen Pack thrived on strength, on endurance, on proving dominance through action—not just words. And so, the Blood Oath was required. Selene stood before Darius at the center of the gathering, her stance unwavering, her gaze locked onto his. They were dressed in ceremonial robes—dark silver for him, deep charcoal black for her, embroidered with symbols of the ancient wolves who had ruled before them. Kael and Zaria stood as witnesses, each holding blades carved from obsidian, meant for one purpose.

"What're you going to do now?" Ryder told my uncle that his father agreed to all this, but I need to know more information. Just what exactly did he agree to? I don't see how years and years of werewolf culture can be flushed down the drain so simply. In all our history, there has never been an Omega Luna. Well, I'm not necessarily an Omega, but it's easier to think of myself that way than as a Nocturn. Speaking of which...

If he really liked her like that, he would have told me about that tonight again. Delilah felt somehow relaxed. She felt there was a burden left on her chest. Delilah prepared dinner at night. "What did he mean by not coming back tonight? Why? Today is the full moon. So what? What would happen? Will he go to the Palace because of that?" A full moon was a night when all the night creatures became very powerful and stronger. However, for an Omega, it was a dangerous night. Any mated or unmated Omega made wolves always hungry for them. They would not think about their mark until they had someone's really powerful wolf's mark on themselves.

"Wait. This afternoon? As in today? As in hours ago?" "Yeah." "That's insane. Most people get a few days to adjust before they ship you off. You must have a really strong mark." Luna pulled up her sleeve. The crescent moon and shadow pattern glowed faintly in the dim light. Nova leaned closer. "Whoa. That's beautiful. And terrifying. Mine's just a basic wolf paw. See?" She held up her wrist. A simple paw print marked her skin. Four pads and claws. Nothing fancy. "Paw prints usually mean Omega," Nova said. "Which explains why everyone's already treating me like I'm fragile. What do you think yours means?"

"Ostende te!" The Hellhound started to morph and change immediately, his body retracting until he was in his human form again, Deven Craig. He stood, completely naked. "Well, well! Looky what we have here. A witch!" He smirked. "I'll enjoy watching you burn at the stake."

There are many more leaves crunching. His hand is so cold, and his scent is odd. Those red eyes...and fangs. It takes a few moments before he relaxes, releasing my mouth as he peers up at me. "You are far from home, wolf. No screaming. Be a good girl. I am going to help you." Vesper growls, not trusting this male. 'Vampire.' "I was being chased by a...zombie." I admit. "I am an Omega. I will not fight you unless forced to defend myself. I just want to go home."

[SHORT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE STORY of Sevastian Claude x Zen Alfonso] **This is not in any way related to the main story. Zen's POV I am Zen Alfonso. A 30 year-old part time worker, and proudly a full-time MOONINE fanboy. Moonine is a rising K-pop boy group that has been receiving more praise nowadays because of their good talents but I have been a consistent st4r (name of fandom) since their rookie days.

Luckily, his parents always encouraged him and thought him to be stronger; which made the twenty-one-years old-Noah a formidable fighter even if he was an omega. *** It was a peaceful night at the Black River. You can clearly hear the murmur of the stream flowing in the river, the sounds of cricket chirping happily toward each other, and the sound of owl tu-whit tu-whoo harmoniously under the full moon. Yes, it was a perfectly peaceful night at the Black River, until the sound of clanking weapons from the two Luna destroyed the peace. With a vicious sneer plastered on her face, Brianna Violet aggressively shot her nail to her opponent from a distance. But Noah saw it coming and deflected it

An aura fit for a true Alpha. Beside him stood Prince. He looked relaxed, almost casual. The moment Damien stepped forward, their gazes locked. And just like that— The past came with it. The academy. The rankings and the rivalry that came with it... Rank One v Rank Two. Prince’s lips curved slightly, but Damien didn’t react. He stepped forward, stopping at a respectful distance. Ragnar spoke first. “Nightwing Alpha,” he said, his voice deep, measured. “This is… unexpected.”