Ophiuchus Personality Novels & Stories

He's an omega but he's not like any omega I've ever met. He's the cockiest little shit I've ever known. I think to myself laughing. He's literally the only Omega I know that has the personality that doesn't fit. You would think he was a beta or something higher by his personality. But once you get closer you can tell he is it Omega by his scent. All omega's have a unique scent. I don't really know how to explain it except to say it smells sweet. But there's an underlying scent that I just can't quite explain. But of course if it's your mate it smells completely different to you.

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.”

There was a hard pat against my back, pulling my attention away from Aria’s retreating form. “And here, I’m thinking that it was just Jericho who won your mates over after seeing the way that Thea was playing with him during their run last night. That was quite the claim our Luna put on you,” Adam said, waggling his eyebrows. Jericho growled softly, thinking about the fun that he and Thea got up to last night. My wolf had never been the playful type. He was more conscientious, disciplined, goal-oriented. It was central to his personality. It was the case with many Alphas. Thea was more extroverted around him, which in turn brought out the playfulness.

"I can finally think for the first time here in this rose garden." "It is good that you open up. It helps lighten up the burden on your shoulders." "You know what? You're right." I smile, nervously as I pat on his shoulder. "Fuck, man, you're a natural with this. I feel comfortable talking to you even if we just met today. Are you sure you don't want to switch careers and become a psycho-psycho–what do you call that again?" "Psychologist," he replies, good-naturedly. "And there is no way I want to become one. I am an omega, remember?"

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. *

he said, his voice filled with urgency. “Don’t lie. Who will be after me? I am just an omega wolf in this pack, with no family, no friends, and no importance. No one in the right sense would want to harm me,” I replied, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me. The wolf’s eyes softened, a hint of sadness flickering in them as he spoke again. “Sometimes it is those who are seen as insignificant that hold the key to unlocking great power and potential.” His words resonated in my mind, planting a seed of doubt and curiosity. Could there be more to my existence than I had ever imagined? Who am I really? Just an orphan omega wolf adopted by the Alpha family, adorned by fate to a life of obscuri

I was petrified of Jin. His possessiveness and domineering character was not something I wanted to encounter again personally. He had terrible control over his actions and was naturally violent, although that was something he’s been battling with. He was a manipulative snake who could charm everyone and anything. It was no surprise why he was treated like a god.

“Because the longer a spirit like Ulfris remains bound to you, the more it begins to merge with you. Slowly. Subtly. It begins to lose its independence.” I froze. “…What?” “It becomes… intertwined with your soul.” she continued. “Not unlike an inner wolf.” I immediately let out a short laugh. “Oh, he hates to hear that.” Hector raised a brow. “You told him that?” “I might have implied that he sounded similar to an inner wolf,” I admitted. “And?” Hector asked, already looking amused. “He nearly exploded in my mind,” I said flatly. The oracle chuckled softly. “Spirits like Ulfris are ancient, powerful, and incredibly proud. They value their independence above all else. To be reduced to somethi

MC (sad): (mind) Am I so undesirable? Through the tears, you look down at your body. You have an Omega’s body, full and curvy. Your breasts are heavy and round, your hips wide so you can bear children. You have long hair and big, doe eyes. Although you are often pale and withdrawn, you don’t think you are ugly or unpleasant to the eyes. MC (angry): (mind) It’s all because I’m an omega. MC (angry): (mind) No one likes omegas!