Pink Omnitrix Novels & Stories

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

My whole body was burning and my head pounded in pain after the blows I received. "I brought the lipsticks, I couldn't find red, only baby Pink... Wait for a second, what are you guys doing," I heard Pink's distant voice. "What do you think?" "She's the Luna, the Alpha will punish you for this," The dummy's voice was laced with fear, she crouched down and inspected me "Pink, Martha is in the hospital because of her,"

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

Perfect. It was working. “EMARA DELL,” I chanted with my teeth bared. “HEALER. PRETENDER. FALSE LUNA. I CLAIM YOUR POWER. I CLAIM...” A tiny voice cut me off. “Hi!” I froze. Standing on the pedestal with her wings glowing, was the smallest, most annoyingly chipper creature I had ever seen. A fucking pixie. Pink wings. Glittering freckles. A floating ball of unhinged cheer.

Somito shouted, rushing forward with his mace. "Somito, stay back!" Sofia gasped, her hands clawing at Nomo’s wrist. She could feel the orange energy of the Queen’s programming surging through him, clashing with the sapphire resonance of her own skin. "Nomo... please... I know you’re in there. Don't do this."

The light shifted. Purple appeared. Not dark. Not void-like. Bright violet, threaded with silver and faint shimmering specks that looked almost identical to the tones of my own Monarch power. The clearing pulsed warmly. My breath caught. The sanctuary was reacting to her. Recognizing her. Pamela gasped softly as the power settled beneath her skin. When Sol released her hands, she immediately reached for her neck. Marcus blinked first. “You’re glowing.” Pamela turned toward me in confusion.