Ominis Gaunt X Reader Novels & Stories

The pen had stopped moving and she was in the Destiny Land looking at the new word formed in the manuscript, Shala in the Human World looking at the sky with his gaze traveling into fairy Land, and Ginevra in Morvin Hills looking at her hands absorbing remaining water drops …all said in unison, “WAR.” Announcement-: Dear readers, I am very happy with the love you are giving my book. I am going to publish the second book too within some days. Kindly check on that too. It's a contest book with Werewolf Genre. The book is going to a be a short one. I hope you will give your love and keep supporting me always.

“Darren? You’re still here, aren’t you?” Still no answer...Then with a gasp of air, I’ve locked up in his arms again with my head tucked between his neck. “You will never be alone; death will never be able to take my soul...I promise you Nicolette Carter Gray...she-wolf of the red moon.” I smile and pull myself even tighter to him...Then the door opens again and some familiar scents fill the room. “Nicolette? But then it’s true...” “Elora...”

Those eyes of hers grow lifeless, Garth is too late to act. The goblin stands up and lucky for Garth, the dead body and the way it is hand conceals his visage for now. A green hand is pressed on the dead body's lower stomach. A firm open palm first before switching to the back of his hand. “Cunt died on me.” He says under his breath. He grabs a piece of paper from the back deck of his cell room and then begins to read it. It’s a log of all their kidnaps and the ones that are ready and prepped for selling. While he walks over to the dead dwarf, he reads these logs unnoticing the large man. Through the paper, he feels a large hand on his face, propelled outward and gripping his visage. Garth’s

It'd be a place unfit for habitation even for termites and ants. I was my own inhibition. Nothing stopped me from getting up right now and claiming that stature. It was that easy because the Morenos were so fucking dumb. Sometimes, I wondered how the mantle of leadership fell on them. Alpha Moreno was…was he even alive? Always in his shell, cowering in the shadow of the mad cow that called herself The Luna. And then, there was their seed. Vincenzo Gaspare Moreno. A befitting name for a guy who'd got his dick as his only functioning organ. Bastards.

“My kind are monsters.” “My brother is a werewolf. Because of well...you. There are werewolf genes ingrained in the Xanatheals. A-and Penn has powers. He can control fire.” “I think I come from Wanix also.” Penn stated. “What’s your last name?” Gwenna questioned. “Samus.” Their eyes softened. “Klaus and Jora.” Gwenna smiled. “Oh your great grandparents were so in love.” Penn smiled back. “Really? So it was worth it to them? The pain that came from loving each other?”

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

It would quite literally be a house inside the Compound. I looked for Xander in our shared suite, and he wasn't there, so I went next door to his suite and knocked, not wanting to give Chef Lo Faso instructions if Xander had already done it. I didn't look for Elias, knowing he was still at work. Not finding Xander, I went downstairs to speak with the chef when I saw him walking toward us, talking to another tall, good-looking man. "Oh, Kalyssa!" Xander reached for me as he approached, and then kissed my cheek. "This is Gray Garza, Alpha Supreme of the Western Region. Gray, this is my betrothed, Dr. Kalyssa Carran, veterinarian."

I said, the promise feeling like a noose. I went back to my study and gazed at the bank of monitors there, Gwen was systematically destroying the room. After the lamp, it was the books from the shelf, then the framed prints on the wall. She was now working on tearing the heavy velvet curtains from their rods with a furious, desperate strength. Enzo handed me a glass of whiskey, three fingers deep. He nodded toward the screen. “She's... energetic.” I took the glass, the amber liquid barely stirring. I didn’t drink it. I just watched her, my chest tight. “She's terrified. This is what terror looks like when it’s not frozen. It’s destructive.”

“And restart this evening.” “Heath Gale,” Heath introduced himself. “Aislen Carter, and Samuel on the roof. I am the lead alpha of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth’s Triquetra, and Aislen is our female mate. Samuel is her guardian, as she is blessed by the Moon Goddess.” “It’s really complicated,” Aislen added when she saw the confusion on the soldier’s faces. “It’s a really complicated introduction.” “The Van Helsing base is calling for updates,” a soldier exited the house. “We’d best move out.”