Ophiuchus Personality Novels & Stories

I glanced at Griff, who had managed to get the sand out of his eyes and was glaring at me with a look of such intense hatred. “That unworthy wolf enjoys watching you pine and grovel, do you know that?” “But I killed—” “It was a crime of passion,” Ophois said. “If I had a mate prepared to flay me alive for infidelity, I would consider it an honor.” My stomach twisted into knots. Of course he would say that. He was a god with the head of a wolf, the body of a man, and seemed to consume people who failed to answer his questions. He was the lupine equivalent of the minotaur, and I doubted that any woman—deity or not—would want such a creature as a lover.

“The person who, after a thousand years born with the blood that carries the poison that will lead everything to the will of the selfish God and chess player, OPHIUCHUS.” Now giggling as the name is someone that they three knew, but not as deeper than what he had. His tone and voice are cracking the dreaded way, as the pen finally finished writing the words that he all claims as the character and his very nature towards the last loop and seventh. With the identity and name that he stolen. “Now we are talking.” He once more giggles, and end with a sinister smile and whispering. “This is what kind of a character and nature that I wanted to be.”

She nodded, giving me her undivided attention. "Whenever I am with my mate, I feel needy and whiny like I am an Omega. I feel the need to 'please my Alpha'." I said, my tan cheeks heating up. "Sounds like your personality is breaking. It could be the work of the poison. I am going to run more tests and get to the bottom of this. Don't panic just yet." She said with a soft smile. I nodded in understanding, biding her farewell. I was left with Eugene who was clinging to my side. "Poisoning and Personality Break." He mumbled sadly.

Maybe he found a mate who was like him, fearless, aggressive, and powerful, unlike my delicate frame and zero fighting skills. Every wolf was different. My wolf was reserved, kind, and docile since my first shift. We didn’t share an ounce of aggressiveness like the others did. It made me stand out in a crowd. I knew I was different, and it gave me an inferiority complex, but Hera and Zeph had stood by me like a rock. Even when we didn’t meet, they kept in touch and instilled confidence in me. So did Stavros, before rejecting me brutally.

It was the natural instinct of every Alpha, and Oscar rightly felt the same way. Surely, Oscar would be more sensitive to everything about Era. It was also not impossible that his common sense would become unreliable. That's why Philo's presence was needed to calm Oscar down. "How about contacting Era for a moment, Alpha?" Oscar's eyes widened immediately. His wolf spirit, which had been growling incessantly, reacted immediately and jumped for joy. "You're right, Philo." Philo breathed a sigh of relief. *

Slightly. “I need information,” he said without preamble. “Jax.” Sophie’s pulse tightened. “What about him?” “His weaknesses. His patterns. His family. Anything useful.” She exhaled slowly. “Jax was the golden boy of the hunters. Brilliant, disciplined, strategic. Everyone believed he would lead us into a new era. And he believed it too.” Abel’s jaw ticked. “But he’s also unstable,” she continued. “Ruthless in ways even Lucian admired. He hates wolves but worships power. He’s vain. And he doesn’t forgive humiliation.”

“A beta?” Doubts started to creep in about whether it could be Aurora. I had been quite certain she would be an Omega rather than a beta wolf. Her personality and innocence were more in line with the traits of an Omega rather than a beta. The elevator door opened, but without stepping out, I pressed the button again and the descent began. “Is there a problem?” he inquired, and I fixed my gaze on him, my demeanor turning icy as I crossed my arms over my chest.

I wasn’t really in the mood for discussion. "So, are you ready?” He asked, making me wonder what he was talking about. “Ready for what?” I enquired. “Are you seriously kidding me right now? Today is the day we were supposed to visit Ospreh,” he said with a stern look on his face. “Oh shit, I forgot,” I replied. Osprey is a hybrid who is also a member of the pack. Her mother was a witch, and her father was a werewolf. The story about their meeting and her father insisting on marrying her mother was a crazy one, which my father talked about all the time.

We’re the reincarnation of the demigod. ‘I-I know who you are. I could feel your presence the moment you came close. My name is Fleex, my lords.’ The octopus was looking around us nervously, but it did not even try to flee anymore. Instead, it was glancing around us nervously. ‘I am very sorry for my behavior a while ago. It’s just that I keep seeing weird monsters these days.’ ‘Do they look like a cross of a human and a sea creature?’ It was a pointless question to ask, but still, I just wanted to make sure.