Smallville Oliver Novels & Stories

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

She snapped. Oliver placed both hands at either side of him, pulling himself upwards. He felt the muscles of his back protest, but he ignored it. He looked at his mom pointedly. "I wouldn't choke myself just for the fun of it. I'm not crazy, no matter how gifted I am. I'm telling you that Scarlett is in danger and we must save her," He choked out. Shoving his dad out of the way, Skyler walked out of them. Oliver couldn't under why she was this stubborn. Yes, it was true that they were strange, and obviously not the type of children she had imagined, but it was getting too much now.

said Aldo, taking in the cigarettes that Oliver's men had just given him. "No problem, I still have some time to bring that girl here as well as Xander!" said Oliver "Okay, I'll help you with my men. They're not random people!" "Hmm!" mumbled Oliver looking down at his Wine, even when Aldo had cleared his way. Oliver was still in the same position and didn't move a thing. Oliver is venturing into a world of mind that he created himself. Until the moment he suddenly felt the hairs on his neck rise, Oliver immediately returned to his own thoughts and immediately gulped down the Wine.

"We just lost him! How could—" “There’s no need for you to worry about that, son," Oliver cut him off, his voice smooth and cold as he raised his hand to stop him from talking. "I had him killed. He’s gone. But before that? The information he gave us was far more valuable than you realize.”

- Death - Death arrived in Oliver's camp. There were various tents setup all over, with a large one in the center. The two grim that were close by turned and bowed. "Leave the formalities for now, is Oliver here?" Death waved. "I didn't expect you to be here so soon sir. I thought you would still be in Verdyr, talking with the fairy rulers." Oliver said as he came out of the large tent. Oliver was 5'8" tall, with brown hair and pale skin. He had a slim build with brown eyes, and was wearing a cloak that looked similar to Death's robe.

All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

I prefer the old me that only my body is hurting and tired not my heart. The next morning when I woke up I heard Oliver talking on the call. "Yeah sure, No problem. You can count on me for that "Oliver said with a smile. "Oh you don't need to say thank you. For you, anything I can do" he added. "No, She's okay with that. I know her. She is not a jealous type like you hehe" he said smiling. "Yeah your right that's why I had loved you" Oliver added. "Ohhh really? Wilson and you are gone why?" He said.

Oliver stated before patting her shoulders. “Dad, is it just me, but… Zane changed. Do you think she knows?” Olivia raised her brows at him as her fingers were all fidgety. “That can’t be, I made sure no one knows about it.” he pursed his lips and had a grim expression on his face. Olivia nodded her head and bit her lower lip anxiously. “If the worst things happen, you have to look for them,” Oliver added before tapping his daughter’s shoulder and excused himself. He still has work to do.

Samuel then comes over to put his much larger hands over Rahl’s wound. “Hang on, Dr. Olander. We’re not letting you die today,” he says, his voice much more calm than my own. I know it’s bad when Rahl pulls the shift. Olander opens his eyes and I can see that the light in his hazel green eyes is dying out. “I love you, Olivia,” he says before his eyes close and his body goes limp. “NO!” I scream. “Let's get him to the pack hospital now! Miles is bringing Dr. Samuel,” Dante orders. He comes over and picks Olander up off the floor while Reese continues to put pressure on his throat.

“He has… many talents.” The chuckle I made was all but hysteric. My imagination suddenly suggested all kinds of ideas of what those other talents might have been. I got a subtle feeling that none of those special skills included cooking or knitting. It was more likely that he was an expert on a thousand ways to kill a man using a thumb… “He will be waiting for you and Liam tomorrow morning.” Oliver smiled and stepped away from the door. “I need to go now. Bye, Sarah!” He waved his hand and rushed back, quickly disappearing behind the corner.