Otto Octavius Novels & Stories

I can decide who she loved and I can't even do anything about it, that is the worst part. I didn't hear all of their conversation, I had deliberately stayed at a distance to give her privacy but from where I sat in the car, I noticed the conversation was intense, I got out of the car when Zion started walking away only to walk back to her again. I am personally proud of Octavia for breaking things off with him because when I heard what his father did, it took my all not to kill him on the spot, I was young then but I saw all of his the don took the loss of his whole family. It almost destroyed him, about a year after it happened, he became numb to it and that was what made him the ruthless m

The flickering torches illuminated the solitary path ahead, and he delved deep into his own mind, searching for that cold, unfeeling place he needed to access for what lay ahead. The pathway continued on endlessly, and the tortured screams grew louder until he entered antechamber bathed in red and black. The executioner, Elvis, turned at the sound of Rowan's footsteps, revealing the rogue seated in a chair. His left eye was swollen shut, his nose broken, and a collar of ash seared into his skin. Rowan's gaze fell to the rogue's hands, noting the missing fingers and the lash marks that marred his bare chest, a tapestry of old and fresh wounds. Though gaunt and nearly lifeless, he was still br

She asked immediately, her voice coming out as a whisper and Octavia nodded and brought the tiny bottle from her bag. Relief and surprise flashed in Mica's eyes. "Come in. Come in" she urged and Octavia hurried in. But Octavia was shocked to find Moscow being tied to the chair, looking unconscious. What? "What happened to him?" She turned to Mica and ask and Mica rolled her eyes. "It's a long story. We don't have much time. How were you able to get the antiode, Octavia? How did you convince him?" She asked and Octavia felt her systems turn.

Marcellus smirked, loving his fierce spirit. The doors opened again and ten other vampires lunged out, each bearing a weapon. The male in front of him quickly signaled the rest again, "It's lord Marcellus. Stand down!" He commanded. They halted, each of their eyes glimmering with fear. "Aren't you the wisest and bravest of them all?" Marcellus chuckled grimly before resuming his words, " forgive me. I've made a mess and I truly hope I have not offended anyone with this," he pointed at the fast decaying corpse of the dead vampire on the floor. "I'll be needing you to help me clean this up. Oh, and do tell your queen I intend to pay for any damages done." With that, he ended, walking towards

He hates everything. Victor's nerves are exposed, raw, and flayed at the ends. He drinks as a sledgehammer lays at his feet, a black hawk with a dark metal grip. The Alpha doesn't know what he's about to do. He only knows that his fingers itch, and there's a red hot poker scrambling his brains. Like a puppet on strings, Victor stands, swaying with the breeze. He doesn't understand the world he has woken up in at all. The last thing he remembers was falling asleep, four Omegas in his arms, curled at his side, sleeping peacefully, and him in the center, worshiped as a god.

OCTAVIUS POV rated R I growl as my eyes open. Anger and frustration are festering in my bloodstream like a potent venom. I want to kill. I want to rip apart anything and everything that is standing in front of the happily ever after Garrett spoke about the other day. The dream of finding a mate and starting a family that loves me is being dangled in front of me on a string. I'm like a mouse in a lab. I have to complete the task the mad scientists made before I can get my prize.

It seemed to him that Kayson was not aware of the Odinous Power’s strength, and he felt that his action was no different from digging his own grave. “Now, die!” Master Octavius thought he was going to win this as he unleashed his Odinous Power at its full strength. In the next second, Master Octavius’ right sleeve burst into powder, and his bones and skin cracked. “Ah!” He let out a pained scream as he flew toward the back and rammed heavily into the wall of a hall.

Titan howled and claimed her lips. “Let me have a taste of her.” “Damn it, Titan. She is human. Even if you claim her, she cannot satisfy us and is not able to sustain our pleasure.” “What if her pack and she plotted against the Lycans? I had to be sure.” Octavio snapped out, and Titan slid when he felt the warm water on his lips. Octavio couldn’t afford to blow his cover being a Lycan disguised as a professor. He saw her running out and lowered his head by pulling his hair back. “What is troubling you?” Octavio questioned, heading back to his cabin.

A searching frown creased their face, as they looked from Conrad to me. "Is everything alright, My Lord?" The burly bearded Octavius asked, bending his neck downward to accommodate his towering height. At six feet and eight inches, he stood tall and gigantic amongst my men and in the entire house. For as long as I'd known him, he had never laughed or smiled. The men and I thought that what he lost for humor, he made up for it in height and might. I cleared my throat, hands on hip. "Is anything out of place, Octavius?"

After all, Octavius was an expert at the fourth level of the Celestial realm. How could he be unable to withstand even one blow from Sebastian? There was a thump as Octavius fell heavily on the ground about 40 feet away. He spat out a huge mouthful of blood. After a long time, he raised his head in disbelief and stared at Sebastian in shock. "You… How could you—" Sebastian huffed coldly and toyed with the Spirimist pill in his hand. He scoffed and asked, "Is everyone in the Healer Sect an idiot like you? If I can refine Spirimist pills, how could I be less powerful than you?