Otter Oc Novels & Stories

Glistening drops of water dripped from its whiskers and snout, shining like tiny jewels in the sun. “How cute!” Leesa exclaimed, happy for the unexpected break in a day that was beginning to grow just a bit monotonous. She had already practiced her magic under Dominic’s tutelage for almost two hours and was now taking a break. “Look, Rave. An otter.” Rave followed her gaze toward the river. His volkaane affinity to animals told him there was something special about this otter, and he was pretty sure he knew what it was. He didn’t say anything to Leesa, though. He was pretty sure she would enjoy the coming surprise.

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

he added with a satisfied smile as he channel surfed. Clayton led the way with Camden following behind him. They peeked into the room on the left, Matt's room clearly as his bag and jacket were placed neatly at the foot of the double bed. Opposite Matt's room was Clayton's. The set up was identical, only reversed. At the very end of the hallway was Camden's room. It was definitely the best out of the three with ample space, a king size bed, an ensuite bathroom and expansive windows overlooking the Loch. All the rooms had a view of the Loch to some degree, but hers definitely boasted the most breathtaking scene. She wandered in to take a closer look, sitting on the bed before calling out for

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

"You want to shoot an otter?" "Yeah, they're not cute like you imagine," said Morty, "I don't know if you've ever seen real otters, but they're nasty things, very aggressive." "I have seen them in California," Emily said, "and they just float around minding their own business." "Well, they pooped all over my porch," said Morty's wife, "and their droppings are extremely disgusting. The smell!" "They're not doing it to annoy you." Emily tried to appear calm in order for her argument to be convincing. "They're wild animals who don't know any better."

Esper shot him a toothy grin. "Oh, we are, but I am taking you behind the scenes." She led him up a stairwell, and the room opened up to the tops of the enclosure. The otters soon popped out of the water and hopped onto the rocky ledge. Esper walked to a small shrimp tank and scooped out a small bucket of the pink creatures. She motioned for Maxim to follow her as she entered the encloser, the otters scurrying around her. They started whining and trying to crawl up her legs.

My wolves name was Victoria, she was a petite black wolf with a large white patch that covered most of her back. She greeted me coldly. We didn't get along much. "she didn't like being an omega." Like I enjoyed it either. I greet her back warmly but she only rolls her eyes. I ran through my favorite trail to the top of the cliff the hung out over a large lake being over flooded by a waterfall. I huff and fall to my stomach. Running didn't make me tired but I was exhausted. I watched the water cascaded down onto the rocks, staining them darker. I itched to jump off the cliff to go for a swim a twist in my stomach has me pausing. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and Victoria turned res

Nodding slightly he let's go and I break off in a sprint through the pack house and towards the border. 'I'm coming baby! Keep running!' I hear him yell. Pushing my paws harder on the wet ground I run faster than I ever thought possible. 'Cross now!' He yells again. I rush passed the border and I'm surrounded by about 100 wolves. I quickly glance around at all of them but none seem to be looking at me, they're all staring at Lakota's pack grounds. 5 wolves come rushing towards us and what I'm assuming is Cain and Atticus cross along with a brown wolf. They turn around in front of the wolves that now surround me and look back at Lakota's reddish brown wolf. My mate shifts back to human and l

The pack meeting that evening was held in the community center—a generous name for the converted barn that served as their gathering place. Thirty-seven wolves comprised the Moorland pack, making them one of the smallest autonomous territories in Montana. Everyone sat in a rough circle, the hierarchy clearly visible in posture and positioning. Otto took his usual spot near the back, close enough to hear everything but far enough to avoid drawing attention. As the only Omega in a pack that desperately needed fighters, he'd learned early that his contributions were tolerated rather than welcomed.