Oc Descriptions Novels & Stories

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

The barman slid me another whiskey on the rocks, and I downed it easily, the fire rolling down my throat. The speakers thumped with My Oh My by Camila Cabello. The rhythm pulsed through the floor, the whole crowd moving in time, bodies pressed together in a blur of sweat and heat. Then I saw her. From the corner of my eye, that familiar shape pulled me in like a magnet. My gaze locked onto her, and once it did, I couldn’t look away. A short midnight-blue bodycon dress clung to her like it was made for her alone, every curve of her figure wrapped tight in its embrace. The rouged fabric drew my eyes to every angle of her body, every place it pressed against her.

Thou shall kneel and kiss my feet! “Haera, mukhang obsessed ka na sa kabayong iyan,” Rio noticed, slightly scratching his head. In return, she giggled as her palm covered her lips that looks naturally wet, with moist similar to a morning dew. “The fur that as white as a snow, and eyes that looks like a deep blue ocean . . . ” I smelled menace in the awe drawn on her face. “So strange. Really strange.” The way she speaks, it sounds like a mad scientist who just got her favorite subject of experiment. “And every strange thing belongs to a strange person, Devon Hamian.”

Her sobbing has become more painful now; Miss Clary and Alexandra are both wiping their own tears, and Liam can't believe what he is hearin "I tried to explain. I didn't use any suppressants! I am a late bloomer! Why can't you accept my fate? Why do you dislike omegas? Then they say, Because omegas are weak and pathetic are only good at spreading their legs, they don't want a whore in their house. I can't believe my mother's words; they are calling me with name

Charlotte’s point of view: It was late at night, after I had settled in I saw it, I saw a group of people formed in a circular formation, they each had similar looks on their faces, they were in a corner, around the battle-field. Taking them off my mind, I walk towards the centre of the field and begin running round again, my whole mind was in a frenzy and I felt like letting loose, so I did just what I felt, my mind started becoming clear when I decided to give into my system, and I felt me changing, I felt my blood boiling, then my bones becoming more stable, everything in my system was changing I could feel it, I decide to take this time to learn to train myself to transform properly, I l

“But yours—” “Both of them are lit up,” I said, “What does that even mean?” “Truly, you have developed omega traits, but you still have your Alpha traits,” Gerard said, “which is weird, because my drugs don’t work this way.” Gerard began his medical gibberish about how Alphas and omegas have an extra part of the brain called something that sounded like what could summon a demon, how his drug altered that part and neurotransmitter, breaking genetic sheath—whatever the fuck that meant.

Said Annabel to Mara and Mara smiled upon hearing that but she never stopped talking. "The Yam-Yum. This is just like the om…" Annabel didn't know what was om, so she needed to ask. "Om? What's om?" She asked curiously. "Hmmm… om is another sex position." Mara replied to her as Annabel's eyes and mouth opened widely. It was obvious that Annabel was surprised.

He spoke. “Yes, I did.” I corrected him if I had read it correctly. “It says that the omega will always be a remnant, a pawn to fill up the herd and cause a mob. But not always will such a weak person be born because fate was not quite so generous to them. I told you, I read it and I do not understand anything.” “You said it exactly, not always someone is born so weak.” He said and repeated the sentence. “Now look for the answer to this doubt.”

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

But his eyes were stunned, as he sees something bizarre, something… beyond earthly… The Distortion. Green fields full of vegetation, sky dyed in all blue, deep oceans abundant in life, a time where dusts of light called stars make a beauteous scenery and merges together with the moonlight, all that only exist inside the DEOS - the only existing book and is said to have recorded how the Creator shaped nonentity into a masterpiece, the only source of knowledge about life, and also the reason why people are deprived of the right to know- It is said that the book was left by the Creator to conduct order and laws. But no one really knows.