Sith Oc Novelas e Histórias

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

“No, Quinn. I wanted truth. And I found it.” He held up his hand, and the purple flame roared brighter. Another figure emerged from the shadows behind him. A witch. She was tall in her robes of black and emerald, her face half hidden by her veil, and she was imposing. And instantly I knew — this wasn’t one of the three from before. This was someone older. Stronger. “Quinn,” Theodore said, his tone reverent. “This is Mother Sareth. She remembers the old ways. The ones that came before.”

But the Xokothi were also naturally strong and physically fit, only slightly less so than the Prythians from the old days of the Empire's founding, before the Imperium had grown soft. Phaeka saw that the gang of slaves had a girl with them. She looked to be Anaria's age. She had a face more delicately-boned and innocent than Anaria's. She had long, dark hair, more deep brown than black, and she stood exceedingly slender, with a petite body more similar to Phaeka's than to Anaria's. Her eyes were the same deep-brown-to-black as her hair, and the tint of her skin was darker than a typical Prythian's but much fairer than a Xokothi slave's. With a start, Phaeka recognized the girl.

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

The girl was young, and not very vast in knowledge of things - he noticed this because she had not recognized him, it was one of the things every Khione was made to know, the face of the sorcerer of Osyron - Pythias Sai. This meant that she had not grown up among other Khiones, and probably did not know who her true birth mother was, if she did not know this, then it meant that he would not be able to find out from her either. There was no need to read into her memories to search for an information that would not be there. He stood up from the chair and walked to the window. Outside was freezing, disturbed by the raging wind and never ending fall of snow, but in here was warm, like a summer

Tala felt like a heavy pressure just forced itself upon her, Lilith stood glaring at her but she didn't move. "It would have united our kingdoms..." "It, makes sense" Tala said. "Oh well it can't be helped then, I'll just have to kill you" "What!?" Lilith laughed "Joking, this is brilliant actually, I never thought the prince would fall for a pup" "I'm not a pup!" "You're an Omega" "But, wait, how did you know that?"

"Alpha Roland of the Emeraldfang. Luna Rachel of the Bronzefang. Alpha Mike of the Ruby Fang. Alpha Derek of the Blackfang. And not least, Luna Diva of the Silverfang." Diva's body stiffened. "Me?" The other leaders floated forward with a smooth ease. She stuttered, her body not wanting to obey. "Soothers, then," the Soothsayer insisted again, her tone not up for discussion. She moved forward, hesitantly into place at the rear of the rest. She didn't belong here. She wasn't one of them. The Soothsayer scanned the leaders, then nodded. "It seems one of our leaders is absent—Alpha Derek of the Blackfang."