Tokyo Revengers Ocs Novels & Stories

It wasn't jealousy. “Calm down,” Draven spoke once more. “Don't fucking tell me to calm down!” Orion turned and shoved Draven’s chest. I gasped at the outburst, his warriors moved quickly, and so did Orion's. Everything happened quickly, Draven staggered a bit then bounced back, his fist curled into a ball and drove it into Orion's chin.

Terrifyingly calm and eager to face this Alpha. Tavian backs away from the two and gives them the signal to begin. But neither man moves. Garron's aura is still, this is beyond calm, he doesn't even register Dorian as a threat. Dorian sees this and his aura spikes and ripples violently as he draws power from his wolf. His fingers turn to claws and his teeth to fangs as releases a blow no doubt harder than anyone he's thrown before. The blow makes contact with a Garron's chest, sending a small shock wave through the arena. There's no way an Omega survives that is what we all thought, yes, including me, but Garron was unfazed.

The answer he gave me made me breathless and somehow excited my inner Omega. "So what if they did? I bet you wanted to be my Omega in the first place." he slowly said. His husky voice thrilled me beyond belief. My thoughts drifted a bit to a possible future we can have if I, ever accepted him as my mate or vice versa. But my foolish thoughts only crumbled as soon as I remembered why I came back in the first place. The memories of the past that were already buried deep inside my head flowed like uncaged prisoners. It flows down as if it were reminding me of the wounds that I thought were already healed but were still open. Tears stream down my face unknowingly. Yet they never reach the floor

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

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.