Ophiuchus Personality Novels & Stories

Machieste replied and got up to go to the tables where the food was laid out. “Are you okay little one?” Fergus asked as he came to sit in the spot Machieste had just vacated. “I’m probably not what he hoped for in a mate,” I replied. “Why not? What’s wrong with having a brave and caring mate?” Fergus asked. “Fergus, I am an Omega and more than that I am not exactly pure either,” I said in a low voice.

And usually the bigger the n, the bigger the dick it’s attached too. My next fuckbuddy needs to be someone who is a mix between Basil and Blaze, someone not so emotionally cold, but also not so sensitive, someone who shows me attention, but also gives me room to breathe, someone without an Alpha complex, but also not Omega syndrome. Someone like yummy Slade Ironclaw. I really should just start collecting those cats now.

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

“Ouch.” “What kind of person is Pres?” “From what I hear, he's nice and gets along well with everyone. Why?” “I can't help but feel that something's not right with him. I mean, he's also a wolf, but so are some of the kids at school. Some are even other supernatural beings. And yet he's the only one I'm getting weird vibes from.”

I turned and faced him with a raised brow. His snake scales were showing on his skin as he tried to calm himself. Ose was a python demon and unlike his father he refused to take a bride or concubine for himself. He and I weren't so different when it came to that, we both had our own reasons why we wanted nothing to do with females.

My dad was the challenger that she fought. Orpheus Arco, the current leader of the hunters, was and still is my father's best friend. They grew up together from birth, and had been raised like brothers. Orpheus and my dad trained together during their years of schooling and my dad was the only one to ever knock him on his back. It only happened once, but it was enough to earn Orpheus' respect. The man was a saint in school, and still is one to this day. Orpheus is our leader, and has been since the day he graduated from the academy. He is a rather charming man with light auburn hair that he always keeps shaved down to his skull, a pair of scrutinizing emerald green eyes that reflect the true

I wasn't being as naive as my parents and travelling without security. "The man of the hour looks rumpled," she whispered, tilting her head ever closer towards me. Alpha Prince Phillipe, well I took a lot more interest in him today. Especially knowing he has two wolves. I know they have been visible since birth and a complete fluke, but he strikes me as a peculiar man. Very serious, focused on business like his father. I gather everyone assumed Freya would loosen his up as the yellow-eyed Hollie has done to his father Brandon.

I've never seen him so angry and humiliated in the past, and it felt so good, a petty victory I didn’t apologize for. He's always so cold faced and stoic, untouchable behind his title. I didn't know his face could also look like a tomato like the rest of us mortals, flushed and human. I raised my eyebrow higher, crossing my arm before me in a challenging gesture, holding the line. I knew that he was dominant despite being an omega. He had the build and temperament of an alpha. Only his peach flower scent added an edge of softeness to him, a contradiction that made him dangerous.

"Do you like him already? There's no way..." Her reaction made tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I fought to keep my voice steady. "No! There's no way I like him! He's an omega, Daphne! An omega!" Daphne let out another heavy sigh, her expression contemplative. "So?" "What do you mean, 'so'?" "So what if he's an omega? He's popular in our pack because he's smart. Top of his class, to be precise. He also knows how to fight. The only thing he's lacking is money and family background."