Ophiuchus Personality Novels & Stories

The sudden courage in me wasn't afraid of his outburst as I wanted to know if he really hurt someone or not. I prayed in my mind hoping he didn't as I count him as the only good person in the family who isn't ruthless but deep down I knew he was more than that. He is mysterious, secretive, doesn't speak much unless there is a need, stays isolated most of the time indulging in his work, and his personality screams danger, if these aren't the traits of a psychopath then what's up with him? "Yes or no?" I asked again as he was quietly gazing at me with his calculative eyes.

High temper, is impatient, very protective of his people, is smart, and is closed off, but he is a great charmer. "Everyone is fascinated by monsters, but none would dare come close to one, let alone love it." In the end, he had to be powerful. * * * * * * * * * * "What the f*ck?" Olivia curses as she scrolls through an Adopt a Hybrid (AAH) website link. Name: Olivia Francis Age: 23 years old Gender: Female Species: Northwestern wolf Personality: Independent, calm yet fiery Hobbies: hiking, video games, working out, hunting in her hybrid form

***Bea's POV*** My mythical entity had stirred the interactions between Omar, Persephone, and me, leaving a sense of unreadiness. Sure, I'm happy my power was back, but I'm not prepared for Omar's cold shoulder. Just like cats and dogs, Drakons and Ice Phoenixes have a predator and prey instinct that influences their decision-making regarding their beliefs of one another. Omar had been explicit about his hatred towards my kind, but part of me hoped he would see through that judgmental fog and become the kind, caring Omar I met.

CHAPTER LXIV: The Thirteenth “RAID, do you know her?” I asked him with crease in my forehead. He became stiff for a while and seemed like he was hesitating to answer my question. “Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ophra, the chosen user of the thirteenth grace of celestial zodiacs, Ophiuchus. And one of the new captains of Black Thunders. Nice to meet you. Anyway, I’ve met Raid earlier and she helped me in carrying my things to Archmaster’s office,” the woman introduced herself and she was the one who answered my question.

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.

Although the bond has been driving me insane, I am not the type to just take her for myself like my barbaric full-blooded brethren would. "It's not barbaric! It is a blessed pairing giving you the right to take what belongs to you!" snarled Ozouf, my wolf part of my chimaera beast. "That'ss, not how thingss work in thiss part of the world dog, maybe if she was a werewolf then yesss, but our mate is not," hissed Krait, my serpent head, of my chimaera. I start to rub my temples in frustration, once these two start, there will be no end to it. Ozouf and Krait never see eye to eye, in fact, they are polar opposites. One being cold, scaly and calculative while the other is warm, fuzzy and impulsi

I could feel my eyes welling up once more, as I shivered at what just happened. My name is Lourve Bardawulf, I'm eighteen years old, an Omega to be precise. I'm five point seven feet tall, black eyes, red hair, which is forty-eight inches long, pretty and tied into a ponytail, probably surprised at how long my red hair is. I had this diamond expression, pointed nose, red lips, very slim and a bit curvy, and got pretty white skin. I was an Omega, who was always belittled and bullied, because of my gender. Omegas are known to be weaklings, despicable losers, cursed and vulnerable and always spread their scent around, waiting for a man to take them in their wings. We were born to be Alpha's sla

They varied greatly in the strength of their wolf forms. And Omegas… they were, historically, the emotional centers of a pack. Lowest in ranking but highly charismatic, if more susceptible to any given feeling in the moment. They were the bottom of the rung, by nature more submissive. Their wolf forms often small, but quick. This Omega here? He did not seem to fit that archetype. By nature, he shouldn’t have been as tall as he was. Nor as intimidating. Though something in his scent put Elaine at ease. Even her dwindling connection to her own wolf could sense that.

Pretty handsome, right? Me: [Yeah... But wait, didn't you say yesterday that you didn't like your incubus' personality?] Tessa: [Right! I have a quick temper, but he doesn't. He's so delicate and wishy-washy. When people bully him, he doesn't even know how to fight back. That's exactly what I don't like about him.] [But it's not really his fault. I only specified appearance requirements when I ordered him, not personality.]