Tokyo Revengers Ocs Novels & Stories

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

Coup failed, bloodied; Omega exposed, shadow-deep; partnership forged, gore-intimacy, not words. Tokyo neon pulsed below like an empire's veins, dojo shadows lingering as a tattoo. Kenji's hand claimed spine possessively as we strode through the glass corridor, rebels' ledger burning holoscreen vendetta. Ring pocket-warm against thigh, unspoken vow—his obsession met mine, dark romance iaido-sharp. Ruin mutual blueprint; claim throbbed inevitably. Omega loomed next prey, but here—blood-bonded, bodies synced—we ruled unchained.

"Hey. If you're expecting sympathy from me. Then you're in the wrong place." "B-But what can I do?" I stuttered as more tears streamed down my face. "You have two choices Omega" he continued. "Stay here. Get stronger for your revenge. Or leave now and die faster than he ever hoped you would." I looked at the door. Then back at him. And I realized something. I wasn't ready to die. At least not yet. I wiped my tears with shaking hands and lifted my chin. "I-I want to get stronger. I want to make him pay." I whispered. "P-please help me."

I silently wished I could turn the hands of time and rewrite my mistakes. I cried helplessly when I felt a fold metal steel on my neck and my world went blank.

"Fall back! Fall back!" But there was nowhere to fall back to. Wynterhold forces had rallied when they saw Luna return. Now they were pushing forward with renewed energy, driving the enemy toward the valley walls. "Beatrice!" Theron's voice, his massive black wolf Fenris appearing beside us. "You're alive!" "I'm alive," Luna confirmed, her mental voice strong. "Aldric's Riven calling retreat, the war is over." "Not until he actually calls it," Theron said grimly. "Where is he?"

Angora said, her voice sharp even through her labored breathing, “is that I didn’t finish you off years ago myself instead of leaving it to others.” “We can revive him,” Nyra said, pulling her eyes from Tavian’s face to look out through the cracked ceiling at the red moon climbing higher above them. “It’s the red moon night. There is still time.” Aurelian turned to Kaidora. “I thought you said that to comfort me. Is it truly possible?” “Yes,” Kaidora said. “But it comes with a price.” She held his gaze for a moment. “And before that, I think the time has finally come. You deserve to know the full truth about this temple and how the Omegas became what they became.”

A blunt Omega. “Guards take her out of town and throw her into the woods. She is forever banished from this pack and can never return. If she ever comes back, eliminate her immediately,” Christopher added, taking Barbra by the waist and bringing her close to him. She had a splendid look on her face as the guards took hold of me and were about to drag me out of town. “You know what? I will leave, but remember, there’s always a price to pay. Believe me, Christopher, I can survive with or without you.” I blurted it out before running out of the ceremony in tears.

Outwardly I schooled my features into a pleading, tearful mask of innocence. "I swear on my life that I only want Brad to feel a fraction of the pain and humiliation he inflicted on me," I avowed passionately, clasping my hands beseechingly. "You have my solemn word." Conan regarded me pensively, absently stroking his chin. "Hmm. I do not doubt the sincerity of your emotions," he conceded. "But intentions can be swayed by darker impulses, especially when revenge is involved. I need more than just your word to feel secure in allowing your...vendetta."

Taking a deep breath, she declared, "I, Lexie Cassandra Lancer, reject you, Marcus Jonathan FitzWilliam." An instant later, Marcus fell to one knee, gripping his chest and panting as he struggled to breathe. Senses-numbing pain stroke his heart, like a dagger piercing its victim. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and all his muscles refused to move. Her pupils widening at the sight of the big strong man on the floor, Lexie rushed to help him. He lifted a palm to halt her, and she drew back the hand that had been about to touch his shoulder.