Sesshomaru X Oc Novels & Stories

I shared. “What if you could have both? Carson and a future here?” Sarah asked. I looked at her in surprise. “You know as an Omega, I am not strong enough to take over as Luna of a pack of this strength,” I reminded her. “That does not mean it is impossible. You are kind, generous, and have skills that most Lunas do not,” she said to me.

He replied in anger, facing her as his powers exuded from his body But it seemed like he couldn’t harm her either, it was like a wall was built around her immediately he got close to her, but he kept surging in, trying to break free, in seconds, he stepped back, panting and taking a seat at the altar. This male creature seemed old, his white beards long enough to touch his chest, he looked more like a werewolf than a witch, his fingers were so long, giving him a very creepy look, he was adorned with ornaments that seemed ancient.

He was pretty sure he caught the name Anna as he scooped the drinks up and returned to his mate and Adom, surprised when they rose to their feet and led him through a door in the corner of the bar into an office with a large comfortable sofa. "I think there's something wrong with your barman, Adom," Damon said as he took a seat next to Clary, subconsciously leaning into his Omega as Clary did the same thing. He didn't notice Adom incredulous stare as he sipped his drink. "Sebestian, that is what happens to mixed blood when they get rejected by their mates," Clary said. "His mate was an omega originals wolf who rejected him and disappeared without a trace. He thinks she hates him and wants no

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Serena asks with obvious impatience, clearly not understanding the significance of mortal romantic relationships. "Yeah, it's basically like a complicated teenage drama which honestly doesn't make any logical sense to divine beings like yourself," Morgana explains with growing confidence as she delves into the explanation. "So Isabella here actually developed an intense, obsessive romantic fixation on this Damon character, and she absolutely refuses to accept the sacred bond that was destined to form between Serena and Damon."

She seemed too familiar with the shaman, comfortable and not remotely star-struck. And for the first time in a long while, I felt truly worthless. “Wha—what?” Sora stammered beside me, her phone trembling in her grip. “He’s talking to her?” Veronica’s face drained of color. “That’s… impossible. She’s just an Omega—” But the shaman’s wife was already wrapping Rue into a warm embrace, speaking to her like they were old friends. Justin looked insufferably smug a few steps behind her.

Jessica said while staring with glittering eyes at Jerry. "You guys are the rotten humans that ruin normal anime and turn them into another thing, ugh," Jean prejudiced harshly. "Shut it! So what if we prefer Sasunaru?! There were meant to be!" Jessica argued. "Sakura and Sasuke have a daughter named Sarada, give it up, you fools! They're just besties!!" Jean argued back, as a Naruto and Sasusaku fan at that, he refused to give in. He believed that all Saku-any other ship that wasn't female should burn in hell, ugh! How he hated those rotten people who shipped his favorite character with males!

Tomoya asked, his voice civil despite his obvious concern for Theresa's condition. "Physically, she's fine," Dr. Kim replied. "However, her soul has been forced out in an astral projection. This is common for seers, but it appears her soul is being held somewhere to prevent her from intervening in upcoming events." This time, Dr. Kim turned to Takumi. "Now, what will you do? Your friend has only a few remaining hours before she must choose between two options." Takumi bit his lower lip, uncertainty clouding his expression. "Just how much do you know, Victor? Is this the price of being in a pact with a Succubus?"

There was nothing inside. No stars. No darkness. No existence. Only a single person standing in the center. Elara stopped breathing. The person slowly turned around. It was her. Not the Elara she knew. Not Ji Yunxi. Not the SSS Omega Guide. Not the creator. Not the first creation. This version looked exactly like her— but older. Tired. And completely ordinary. The woman smiled sadly. "You took long enough." Elara stared. "Who are you?" The woman walked closer.

Solomon grabbed the reins of his Lycan rampaging inside of him, desperately trying to control the thrashing creature. The fuck! His Lycan wanted the Omega, so badly, which was quite shocking even for him. His kind usually paired up with another Lycan. He never heard of something like this. Sometimes Lycans had sex with other race but just for fun. Their kind tended to get violent that was why they didn’t often mate with other race because they would never be able to handle their temperamental nature.