Omniscient 3rd Person Novels & Stories

I was so close, but I fought it down, not wanting this moment to end. I tightened my lips around Kurt’s cock, feeling it throbbing in my mouth. His hands tangled into my hair as he grunted. Joe’s quick breathing and Zach’s groaning filled my senses. My three mates, all here with me, all connected to me. Their scent flooded my senses. When I closed my eyes, I could see them, see myself, as though from a dozen different angles. I could see the muscles bunch across Zach’s back as he held himself back, mindful not to hurt me. Kurt’s lips slightly open, his eyes gazing at me with wonder. The way my skin dented beneath Joe’s hands as he drew me ever closer, needing more of me than he thought he ha

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

I grinned and tossed the beta's sword aside. "Curtis, stop your wife." "Would you believe me if I said she made me kneel with just one punch?" I heard Curtis ask. I noticed his companions looking at him. Even though my class is omega, I had experience as a lycan and had maximized my abilities as an omega. Everyone gave us space, and Curtis supported me. I heard many side comments and learned that this woman was one of the best soldiers of the 3rd prince. Now I understood why she was so arrogant.

When we finally reached the cemetery, Mother hurriedly ordered Victoria to be placed in the tomb. Just as Victoria was about to escape this predicament, I quickly spoke up in grief. "The burial oration hasn't been read yet." The accompanying officials nodded repeatedly. "The oration must be read so that the gods will know the crown princess' virtues." I looked at the long scroll and could not help but smile slightly. Victoria would never last that long. Just then, three familiar figures came rushing from the distance. Mother's blood ran cold as she instinctively looked up. With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen.

Third person pov The heavy silence inside the subterranean cavern was thick with anticipation as the secret assembly of cloaked alphas sat around the massive obsidian table, their eyes fixed on the arched stone entranceway. The flickering torchlight cast long, monstrous shadows across the damp walls, mirroring the dark thoughts of the men who had risked their entire territories to align with a ghost. They had been waiting for over an hour for the mysterious third triplet to make his appearance, their bodies shifting uncomfortably beneath their heavy dark robes as the cold air from the lower tunnels began to chill the room. The sudden, distinct sound of heavy leather boots echoing through the

THIRD PERSON POV THE KILLER The air in the small room was dense and filled with smoke from a lit cigarette. A small record player was playing slow melodies from the 90’s era, as rain droplets splashed on the window. The lighting was dim but that was not a problem. He was used to the dark. That was where his ideas came to life, like a flickering fire, lightening up the darkness in him. He smiled at the burning candle on the table, casually running his leather covered fingers through the flames.

3rd person POV Max stood near the window of his penthouse, his hands braced on the cold glass as he stared at the city lights below. He had gone there after he heard of Vivian's disappearance. The sky was a deep, endless black, swallowing the stars, and the streets were alive with movement, cars weaving through intersections, people laughing in the distance. But none of it reached him. His chest felt hollow. His mind was a haze of questions, disbelief wrapping around him like a suffocating fog.

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Foster swiftly shutters all the windows, leaving the old infirmary in almost darkness, just as Professor McLaren went beside me. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth?” He asked, but it sounded more like a threat. “Yes, I am. What do you even mean?” I asked, but he didn't answer again. Instead, he let a heavy sigh before looking at me. “You’re not in your world, Blaire. You’re here in Olympus, a world where powers exist.” He seriously said, making it sound like the truth. “You’re crazy,” I unbelievably muttered. “I’m getting out of here.”

Future Third Person’s POV In the three days that they were cut off from the outside world, Asha and Samel completed the marking, and their bodies would exude each other’s scents from the physical and astral form. The memories of the past three days burned Asha’s cheeks, and she could not help but to bury her face on the soft bedding of the bed while savoring the sweetness and passion that she shared with Samel.