Sith Oc Novelas e Histórias

“Why wouldn’t she? An omega hated and bullied since birth? That’s the perfect villain origin story, if you ask me.” “How could I have done it? I’m just an omega, remember?” I said, hoping my rank would be good to me this time. “A cursed one, yes,” Rohan said flatly. “She’s not cursed!” Aidrac snarled. Rohan glared at him. “And since when did you become her knight in shining armor? You seem to know her well now.” Aidrac clenched his fists but said nothing. Rohan looked between us. “Interesting,” he muttered.

"Nothing new," I growl. "They’ve been wanting me dead since the day I was born." "You’re lucky you were even allowed to be born," Elder Sergio counters. "As a hybrid, you are a wild card; add in the Lancaster curse, and you are an extreme threat not only to Crimson Tides but to all that surround you. Look what you almost did as a child. Back then, you were still young and much weaker than you are now."

Tell Kieran about the twins. Explain the S-Tier complications. Recommend he beg for acceptance from the man who'd destroyed him. Her stomach turned at the thought. Twenty years in medicine and she'd never felt this helpless. She showered, dressed in her usual work attire charcoal slacks, white button-down, white coat. Tied her hair back. Put on the professional mask she wore every day. Dr. Sophia Chen. Omega specialist. Alpha who'd dedicated her life to helping omegas survive the bonds that broke them.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

(Sith Rik) Out of nowhere, the silence on the 1st floor of the cafe were slightly broken. The 1st floor itself were big, and our reservation area, were actually on the entire right side of the floor, which have it’s own balcony and outdoor area as well as a barrier, barring the common floor and the VIP area. The one that were recently coming up from the floor were surprisingly, Countess Jelina and the 3 Aeternum Association Chairman, Claire Valkary, Orthum Bronzehammer and Sith Rik. They were very striking, as the 2 female were Human, one Dwarf and one Dragonnewt , and all 3 of them were clearly pestering Jelina for something, neither of them notices us on the same floor as them.

"I am an Omega. I will not fight you unless forced to defend myself. I just want to go home." "A Omega?" He tilts his head to the side. "What's that?" The Vampire takes a few steps back, releasing me from his grip. "I am Tirian, and as you have surmised; a vampire. Now you said you were being chased by a zombie?" He raises a brow, clearly not believing me. "It was a dead person. A walking corpse..." I swallow, unsure of how to describe it. "It was my Mother..." "It could have been a zombie or it could have been..." Tirian mumbles to himself, clearly lost in thought.

I tossed, slightly annoyed. Mr. Parson laughed as if my response amused him. "You are a sweet joker, Lady Lilith," he snorted and then stepped closer to look into my eyes. "No human can defeat a Royal Army warrior, and Kylo was one of the strongest. He could even fight alongside purebloods and was no match for you."

Lavana replied with a resolute expression. Cephina nodded, "Alrighty!" she flew to the sorcerer who had just received a hit from Phoenix. He wasn't surprised by the dark mist that his opponent had launched. His foe's eyes turning viridian was enough proof to him that the Savage Lord was the Olmpha's mate and a hybrid.

Andrius headed to Noir’s garage. “Wolf King!” A strong man came out and knelt in front of Andrius, looking excited. “I’ve finally found you!” He was the old friend that Noir mentioned. Noir chuckled. “Surprised?” “Quite.” Andrius smiled when he saw the man. The man was a high-ranking officer of the Western Frontline, Andrius’ right-hand man, Severus Sano, nicknamed the Serpent.

I said looking at my room and that's when he appeared, a sexy man with red hair like burning fire and grey eyes like thunderbolts, he was gorgeous and for a moment I regretted choosing Lanox as my mate and future victim. "May I introduce myself beautiful, I am Count Owen of Caranthir and until recently your sister Faith's betrothed, until that dog came between us." "Don't tell me you're that poor schmuck that got jilted at the altar" I said laughing at him. Owen came closer and placed his hand on my neck tightly, "Make no mistake witch, you are not as powerful as you think, the darkness is in me too, think about it together we could do wonders." said Owen and the truth his plan was growing o