Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

Thank God Oliver's strong arm held me standing and he gave me that look again, in which I now saw the concern more clearly. - Are you alright?- he asked, and for the first time I heard his extremely masculine voice, slightly hoarse but as gentle as silk at the same time. - Yes, I'm okay. Thanks.- I answered him shortly, breaking slightly from his embrace, and he immediately let go of me, lowering his eyes for a moment.- But are you... your backpack...- I started talking, but then noticed Oliver turning to Laura and giving her an angry glare. - Do you really think it's so funny throwing eggs at other people?- he said aloud, stepping closer to her and measuring with his eyes, causing Laura to

Oliver smiled. “Much better. So how old are you?” He asked as he began to pour wine into the wine glasses. The night was going to be more interesting than he ever imagined. Nevertheless, he had to be sure she wasn’t underage. “I’m a nineteen-year-old college student in my final year,” she said shyly, avoiding his gaze, though all she wanted to do was look at him all day. Oliver was very handsome, as he shared the same resemblance with his sister, Mercedes. Whereas working and being trained by Nathan caused him to adopt a lot of things which changed his personality to resemble that of the latter.

I don't think arrows twitch like that. That night, Oliver lay in his small, cramped apartment. The rent was overdue. The student loan emails were piling up. He needed an escape. He pulled out his phone and opened Tinder. He didn't use his real face, just a photo of his torso in a tight t-shirt. His profile name was simply "Oli." Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Then, he paused. A profile popped up. User: X. 28 years old. There was no face. Just a photo of a man's chest and abs, taken in a mirror. The body was incredible, broad shoulders, defined obliques, and veins running down muscular arms. He was wearing dark sunglasses in the second photo, sitting by a pool at night.

Oliver sighed completely unmoved that his father was aware of his night-scapades. “Have you been spying on me again- “It’s necessary so you wouldn’t cause any trouble though you still did last night- “What? I did?” Oliver said in alarm before Owen lowered his fork and looked up at his son. “Nope…Rio did, didn’t he? But why?” Oliver frowned before he pulled a dining chair to the back and took a seat while the maid standing not too far from the table immediately got ready to serve him his food. “He broke two people’s arms, smashed another’s head and broke another’s leg, he was almost beyond saving I heard he just got outta surgery this morning-

Seven hundred contribution points?! Many were dumbfounded when they heard this. No one knew where this question would lead to. Oliver’s lips twitched. Of course, he had seven hundred contribution points. He was a formal disciple after all. Coupled with the fact that he was strong, earning contributions points was not difficult for him. He had built up quite a sizable stash during his period there. Oliver nodded coolly. “Of course, I do. Are you asking me to bet seven hundred contribution points? Do you even have that much? From what I know, you’ve only joined recently so you can’t possibly have that much.”

Porter had fixed a load of food; Italian pasta salad, chicken salad, fruit salad, etc. After nibbling on some food, Oliver asked Ava if she wanted go for a walk. She had agreed. Oliver was a decent looking guy for a nerdy type. He was some sort of top-notch guy for NASA. He lived in Houston and traveled a lot for his job. Of course, Oliver had told Ava his job title but it was too much for her to remember. Oliver had dark red hair. She figured that was the color of Mrs. Porter’s hair before she got old. His eyes were brown with some flexes of green. You could see the green in the sunlight. They strolled along not saying a word.

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

"Hunter mentioned there haven't been any further security breaches." I tapped my pen against the map, deliberately casual. "Good. Quiet. Normal." Then, before I could stop myself: "Oliver mentioned the same thing over coffee this morning." I watched his reaction from beneath my lashes, pretending to study the territory lines. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking visibly before he smoothed his expression into practiced neutrality. "Oliver Redwood," he said, the name coming out clipped. "From Silver Lake Pack. I've seen him around campus quite a bit lately."