Star Wars Oc Novels & Stories

"I didn’t take him for that sort of man." "What—what sort of man?" Vaani frowned, confused. "The Casanova sort," he whispered, dramatically. "Casa- what?" Vaani frowned, still confused. "Oho!" Zane sighed, realizing. Of course, she would have never heard of the infamous player given she’s from a different timeline. Then he proceeded to explain. "You know, the kind of guy who shows you stars at night and then acts like he’s never met you the next morning." "Show me stars?" Vaani stared at him, blankly.

Immediately I was out, I regretted not coming with my shades and maybe some nose masks to mask my face. It was as though everyone outside of the boutique was anticipating out arrival because I was bombarded with people almost immediately. “It's the warrior Luna!" "Who's the lady beside her, is she the beta's mate?” "The Luna looks even more beautiful than we were told.” "She's just a normal werewolf like us, why the mediocrity?” Different questions and responses met my ears. D*mn werewolf's hearing abilities! I felt flashlights of phones attack me even though it was still working and the sun was peeking out of the sky already.

Bring it on! Tom!

I couldn’t believe my ears; I was no longer a member of the Silver Moon Pack. This seemed so unrealistic; I couldn’t believe he would go this far just to please my worst enemy. Maybe they had both planned it out, and I was just their key to the biggest farmland and the oldest bungalow in the entire pack. A mere teacher who didn’t worth anything but her resources. A blunt Omega.

He sat on the seat set aside for the Morningstar Alpha during occasions. “The next is the Oasis of Pashtun. the winner is Benny Lamprey." the council head said and there were cheers. ad the spectators stood up and clapped. they were so happy as to how he performed, unlike the two other combat. he fought and knocked down many as if he was born a warrior.

Behind me, Marcus chases me through the undergrowth, his footsteps growing louder. The trees thin. My stomach drops. The cliff. Wind howls over the edge, carrying the scent of stone and death. I spin, searching for another path, but Marcus is already there. “Nowhere to run, Omega.” His grin is feral. “No one to protect you.” I grab another branch, holding it like a weapon. My arms shake, but I raise it anyway. “I won’t let you touch me.” He laughs. “You think you can fight me? You’re nothing.”

"Looking forward to see how it turns out. I just wish we could get it done quicker." Lucus looked towards the Omega sitting down. She looked sad in a way, but still had the beaming gleam in her eyes as she looked towards her new show script. He knew she was sad that he couldn't go home for spring break, and for the first time Lucus really felt bad for the Omega.

Prince was obviously taking her back. "I am not making any mistake, they call her the Omega. You seem not to know what that means. Briefly, she is the key to bring Haynes back into the physical world but once she is dead, I will be at peace" he leaned toward Prince and talked with a scary voice. "I understand you now. Haynes is the threat, she is the key to bring Haynes back. And you have to kill her. Assuming you kill her now, what if Haynes find another Omega. Are you going to kill that one too?" Prince chuckled.

Was that a romantic promise, or was it a threat? The documentary lasted for hours, and the more I watched, the more the pieces of my life started to look like a horror movie. The maids' stories about sex slaves, Eve calling me a "walking corpse," and then that hideous, half-wolf monster I’d seen in the East Wing—the one the guard said fed on rogues. What kind of man is Jordan Canon? I wondered, my hands shaking. Does he actually want me as his mate? Or am I just a toy he’s going to play with until I break, and then he’ll toss me to that creature in the cellar?

“Half of the rogue army we trained is dead. The wealth we saved for the greater good is almost gone and we have nothing to show for it.” Vaelorra’s fists clenched as rage rippled through her. Still, Ivana pressed on. “Decades of effort are nearly wasted. Worse, we’ve exposed ourselves. Before long, Alpha Thor will be on our trail. All because you believe a mere Omega is the Unspun Scion.” “Of course she is,” Vaelorra snapped back, certainty blazing in her eyes. Ivana shook her head slowly, disbelief written across her face. “There’s nothing to prove it.”