Scary Ocs Novels & Stories

the young man said immediately as the elevator stopped. Instantly I felt my bones crack. I froze in my tracks wondering why my wolf was reacting in a new territory. Paul mindlinked quickly, “Are you okay? Should we leave and reschedule?” I readjusted my shirt, “I'm fine, let’s just continue.” The young man stared at me, “Is there a problem, sir?” he asked. “None,” I replied firmly before walking towards the adjacent office. The surge intensified with every step I took towards the door. It was scary at first but then I wondered if Daphne was around here! Impossible…

Ren informed him grimly, “I’ve heard about the Osborns’ tactics. It’s said that those who offend them either die or end up meeting a horrible end. “But even though everyone knows that this is related to him, no one is able to dig into it and tie it back to him.” Shaun scoffed. “What are we scared of? We’ll go head to head with him if worse comes to worst. Admiralporium is still around. Could the Osborns really flip the world around?” Kayson had not expected such determination and boldness from Shaun. Two hours later, Campian called back to inform that the result of the sample collected had come in.

She started spitting out mouthfuls of blood before collapsing. Panicked, Hilda fell to the floor in shock and almost fainted. However, Greta beat her to it. Her screams echoed through the hospital ward as she shrieked, "Help! Doctor! Somebody help!"

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

The atmosphere inside Amora’s Hearth became so cold that Amora could see her own breath misting in front of her face. Oscar did not blink. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely blocking Amora from the city Enforcer’s view. The floorboards beneath his heavy boots creaked under the sheer pressure of his tensed muscles. His hazel eyes were gone, replaced entirely by a molten, territorial gold. "You have a lot of nerve coming into my town, wearing a cheap suit and throwing threats around," Oscar said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the deep, vibrating frequency of a Natural Alpha. The glass display cases behind the counter rattled in response.

“I have no clue, but it felt like her fear, right? Oscar, do you know what’s going on?” Oscar’s eyes flicker with desperation as he opens a link to Zahra. He includes the rest of us almost by reflex, and we all feel him project, 'Zahra? Zahra, are you alright? Are you safe? Where are you?' His voice trembles in my head, thick with anxiety. The raw fear pouring off him is like a tangible wave, tangling with our own.

Scarlet watched in atrocity as a bitter laugh erupted from the alpha throat, filling every corner of the space, Scarlet suddenly realized how chilling the room felt, she could feel goosebumps on her skin, the atmosphere dramatically dropping and when Reid's darkened eyes met her, she couldn't help the shiver that raced down her spine. Reid smirked, seeing the terror in Scarlet's black eyes. "Are you scared, little Omega?" He taunted. "Don't be afraid, you are special, I won't be killing you anytime soon but we might have a problem if you don't keep your mouth shut sometimes," he looked away. Scarlet gulped. Was that a threat? "What happened to Oliva?" she grilled.

Second, because he is part of the Lycan race. Sasha has her whole body shaking. Her eyes are still damp, but she doesn't cry anymore. Her heart eased as she looked at the menacing figure of Occisor punching the officer. Officer Marcos begins to crawl in order to get away. Occisor smiles and stands as the human crawls away. As if his brain had been shocked, he finally realizes what he's done. This makes him close both hands into fists as he turns with a deadly look towards Sasha, but when he sees her crying face, he calms down.

“I’ve looked. I’ve searched. This is the only way to give Lagertha back what was taken from her.” Oscar scoffed, shaking his head. “You better come out of that theater without complications,” he warned, and I smiled. This was his worry—Oscar was scared of the procedure, scared of losing me, not that he didn’t want me to give an eye to Lagertha. Silence stretched between us before he let out a defeated sigh. “You’re impossible.” I smirked slightly. “I’ve been called worse.” Lila chuckled softly, but the tension in the room remained.