Omori Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

Every memory of me played in his mind—vivid and agonizing. "Halen... I'm sorry..." he whispered. "I owe you this life. Maybe in the next one... I won't hurt you." --- The healers managed to drag Domine back from the brink, but the outlook was grim. "The silver has reached his organs," the doctor told the Beta. "Without his wolf's healing factor, he has three months. Maybe less. Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless a master healer develops a new purifier. But that's impossible. Internal silver poisoning is a death sentence."

We can't ask for more. My thoughts turn to my uncle. He had a talisman around his neck that interfered with our magic and lured us from Sarn's castle. Dmitri's witches said it came from another witch but Dmitri's been unable to get more answers. It's a problem within his realm but if he needs us we will come. Sarn and Sierra moved back to his lair and they've been fixing it up with the help of the humans. Sierra still has her wolf form as well as being dragon. I've never seen Sarn this happy and the same thing can be said for us all. Life is beyond good.

There’s a smaller one who must be a little younger than the rest. I feel warm fluid splashing and realize one of the men is urinating on the cage. I try to pull back as far as I can while he laughs. “I will bite his fucking face off Em”. Mor is furious at the act. He walks away nonchalantly with two of them. The younger one lingers a moment and looks down at me with a slight sense of guilt it seems.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

But then all of a sudden, all thanks to a heavily intense schedule of constant combat and violence, for some reason, he said that his god speaks to him and asked him to become a shaman. The next day after he said it, the usual menacing look on him, just gone and replaced with the current him, happy go lucky guy and very spiritual. He served with me for a while, but right after the Alemia Nation first civil war he retired and pursue his Shamanism career. Orc race are always like this, they are capable of being barbaric but then they also capable of turning 180 degrees on themselves and changed into a new man. It was like they have exhausted the violence within them and then they just become n

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

The Oracle nodded. “The war is no longer about who rules.” “It’s about who remembers.” Aria sat down. “He’s not coming after Emilio anymore,” she said. “No,” the Oracle replied. “He’s coming after your story.” ~~~~~~~~~~ CAIRO — BLACK SUN CATHEDRAL Deep below the dunes, in a chamber of living metal, BLACK SUN opened its first eye. It blinked in glyphs. In whispers. In code. And on the mainframe— A name was overwritten. ARIA MORETTI — DATA: NULL

He carries a mountain behind his back, a reincarnation of Hercules. Now back to the phone... "Put in in my middle finger and..." "Facial recognition activated. Mile Reyes... Recognized." Woah...! Where was this in my previous lonely life! And the phone recognized me?! But it's my first time... Ms. Alice is scary... It's like my former world's version of phones but in a hologram. Time to get to business! "So I press this notepad icon and..." All the details are here! 'The Kuroi Katen gang is a notorious criminal organization known for starting the world's most violent riots, assassinations of government officials, and the destruction of prominent government establishments.'

"Anyway, I’m sending Silas with you." A beautiful woman stepped forward. She had a powerful, commanding presence. I knew she was strong because I could smell it on her. "She is also a wolf. She can be your Gamma, my child, once you become a Luna". Silas bowed to me in respect. "Saera needs to go to the Blood Moon Pack immediately because things are getting chaotic there. Word has spread through the pack that their Luna committed suicide because she hated her Alpha". What?! I committed suicide? My mother gasped. "You really must hurry, child, the rumors are a great embarrassment".