Star Wars Oc Novels & Stories

Sara replied. "Do you have an Omega that can come and train her?" Elder Summers asked. "We are looking for one now" Sara answered. "I may have one that could help you. My mate is an Omega and has become bored now that the kids have moved out. She could come and help." Elder Summers offered. "We would be honored to have her assist us" Jack replied with a grin. "I will speak with the Council and Matilda today but I think that everything should fall into place. Congrats! You have a new pack member and a new daughter!" Elder Summers stated and the car breathed a sigh of relief.

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

"I'm asking now." Sighing, she dropped the piece of burger she was holding. She forced herself to sober up, fixing the man across her with a solemn stare. "I'm Lexie Cassandra Lancer," She began. "age 24, professional paparazzi and omega of the Chicago Pack." "I'm Marcus Jonathan Fitzwilliam, age 28, Beta in line to the Lycan and heartthrob of many." Marcus mimicked her, also trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

Known as the Sentinels. "Oswald Vanguard finally withdrew, but he gave the muzzle of his war missile to an emotionally unstable little girl," said Sentinel One, a white man in a four-star military suit. On the giant screen in front of him, satellite photos of the ruins of the Ordo Draconis Cathedral in Europe and the charred Al-Khabith oil refinery were displayed.

Nevada chuckled as she watched the other girls splash water at each other. They had come to the stream to fetch some water and decided to play a little bit. She sighed as she stared into the space and then longed to return back to the pack, she was an Omega who got accepted into a bigger family of omegas and lived in their midst as a member.

I stepped up onto the makeshift platform and pushed open the skylight—the one Carter had installed so we could "watch the stars." I gripped the frame and hauled myself onto the roof. The wind whipped around me, carrying the sharp scent of rain. I stood on the wet tiles, the voice in my head finally screaming the truth. Jump, Selene. He never loved you. You’re an Omega with no Pack, no purpose, and no future. You’re a joke. I looked down at the dark, unforgiving ground three stories below. I spread my arms wide. I was actually smiling when I stepped off the edge.

His scent still clings to me like he's standing before me again, trying to choke the life out of me or am I the one holding on to it? It should have faded by now–his scent–washed away by the rain as the sky wept for me. But it hasn't. I can't figure out why or why he saved me. His kind usually doesn't pay attention to mine–omega–much less going out of their way to save us. “Get settled,” the instructor–Tavian– orders and the remaining cadets quickly fill the empty seats. “Now that's done with,” he starts, “ we can begin this year's preparation for the Moonborn trials”

I ask, sounding as small as I feel. "I do," dad says before standing up. He picks up my suitcase and looks at me. "Last train to Outcast leaves in twenty minutes. Am I walking you over there," Dad asks, and I smirk? "Don't have much of a choice, do I," I ask, and Dad smiles. I get up and tug on my sneakers. ****** "Oh shit," I mumble as I stare at the tall buildings lit up with glowing lights. The surrounding area is completely dark, making Outcast look like a beacon. I lick my lips as I study the foreign designs. Dad wasn't lying when he said it would make me feel small. I had no idea people could build structures this tall.