The Walking Dead Fanfiction Oc With Powers Novels & Stories

I skeptically turned as I squinted my eyes through the woods, blood dripped from my arm, the creatures were faster and sleeker, they morphed with the wind as they couldn't be seen with normal eyes, I wail in pains, spitting out blood as a punch connected to my jaw I was gonna die, I thought as I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I try connecting to my Powers but nothing came, where's the help when you need one? a piercing scream filled the air as I floated on the air, a strong claw had penetrated through my skin and flunged me away, a dark energy radiated from them as they howered above me, I felt something changed in me, I wasn't gonna die here as I crawled backwards, they were gonna

I calmed down and explained to Leo: "Judging by the fact that the security guards committed suicide mysteriously and that Liv acted very strangely, I think I have a theory about what is happening. Vincent, the one who shares the vampire lineage, most likely have the super power to control people's minds and make them commit suicide." Leo’s mouth was wide open. The fear in his eyes was undeniable and I didn't blame him for being so scared afterwards.

My parents’ faces twisted in fear as they reached for me, shouting something that I couldn't make out. As a kid, my wolf powers have always been erratic, but my parents loved me regardless. They were never scared of me, even though I was scared of myself and my powers. “No,” I whispered, pressing my hands to my temples, “No, that can’t be real. I didn't…I didn’t do this. I would not have.” But even as I said those words to myself, I trembled with the fear that it was my doing. Maybe my powers had finally gotten out of control, and I'd killed them.

I couldn't tell her what I was trying to do since I didn't know if my power would work. Moving back, I ran towards the door and pushed it, but it sent me flying backwards. "Ah," I cried. Madam Owen walked to me and stretched out her hand. I grabbed it, and she raised me. "Trying to exercise your power?" I nodded and she told me to think. "Our power can't work here," she said, shocking me. This meant that we could only pray that Marcus come to save us. "Don't be sad, my dear," she said, rubbing my cheek. "We will get out of here soon."

he rubs my shoulder sympathetically. “So, I’m strong,” I frown. “That’s not a reason to be killed by the council.” “You were raised as an Omega, right?” Braden raises his eyebrows, and I nod in confirmation. “Well, you have the power to kill an Alpha. Something most wolves claim to be impossible. I’m talking hand-to-hand combat. Not poisoning or shooting him.” “Really?” I look at him wide-eyed. “I am that strong?” “You’re stronger and faster than any other wolf,” he explains. “You’ll age slower than a wolf, but you’re not immortal like a vampire. Most hybrids don’t drink blood, but you can survive on it. And then, finally, the biggest reason, your power.”

Tala crushed the phone in her grip then threw it down "I'm going now, if I see your face anywhere but here or in town, I will kill you" "Understood" With a last glare at her Tala walked round her and left the house. Odine fell back in the couch with a gasp of relief, so this is what is meant by never challenge a werewolf, just like a child will eventually grow up, an Omega will eventually become an Alpha, they might not pose a threat in the beginning, but there is a truth behind the term dogs don't forget and Odine experienced that first hand.

"Even if I send them back, they will return after a while to do as they were ordered." I nodded. Then making them not want to fight before killing them is the only way. "I'll be the bait in the west." Ezra sighed. Her power was attraction. "I freaking hate my powers. Can't do anything useful." "This will be helpful, Ezra." Vlad said kindly. "To draw out our enemies out in the open." We will be able to kill the, quickly like this. "What is your superpower?" I asked Jessica. She was Rhazien's mate and had been turned into a vampire months ago. I know she had a power but apparently it was embarrassing so she refused to tell it to people.

"Since when do you believe in her?" "Since I started raising a Lycanthrope cub." Silence. Occisor doesn't like to remember that, whether he likes it or not, he is part of that race. And because of that, he never transformed again. The only supernatural powers he uses are his almost eternal life, his brute force, l and his long-distance vision. "What if…" Occisor didn't stop eating, but his attention is on Mary's words, who has her eyes fixed on the blood in her glass.

Impossible! Omega powers since the beginning of time have only ever been focused on werewolves. Some gifted omegas can also influence wild wolves but that is the extent of differentiation. Feeling a rat’s emotion, another species completely, it is not something that should even be possible. My body shakes in anticipation of finding out what else I can do with this body of mine. I sit still, close my eyes and reach out, there are hundreds of these vermin down here. I connect with them and send them waves of reassurance, urging them out of their hiding places. When I open my eyes, I nearly squeak with panic again. Hundreds. The entire floor is covered with twitching bodies of rats. They stand

There is more to wanting me dead than avenging his friend. But how did Denny know? Was he watching me? He couldn’t be having a vision. I was still going crazy trying to figure out how he was able to communicate with me, and now, he could also see me? White Omega is said to be powerful. Unmatched when in love, terrifying when betrayed, merciless when hateful. But nothing in the legends said he would have mystic powers—read minds, send telepathic warnings…see across distances. Back in my room. Now dimly lit with candles, I paced, thinking with no resolve.