Vigilante Oc Novels & Stories

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

Dismissing her altogether he looked at the man standing behind the desk in the office, he was a short man, round-faced, with small dark eyes and a round nose, dark hair, and wearing black pants and a blue dress shirt and held an air of peace around his entire frame. Kenchiki concluded the man was the owner of the store. "Do you have surveillance cameras in the store, that we can look at to see what exactly happened there?" Kenchiki could see the shock in everyone's faces, they didn't think of doing something as simple as that, he was beyond infuriated, and also worried about what would have happened had his brother have him today, would he have been mistreated by these fools. Yes, all these

It rang twice, playing a short melody he absentmindedly nodded along to before a soft hum answered on the other end. “This is Rael Kazen, reporting in,” he said. “Another site’s been torched. I’m picking up traces of unregistered Prana footwork… definitely not military. No bodies this time, but there was a struggle. A lot of blood, no bodies. Doesn’t add up. Could be a vigilante interfering again, or something else entirely.” He paused, scanning the room with a trained eye. His gaze settled on a crude sigil scratched into the wall—a crescent shape wrapped in stylised flame. It hadn’t been there long. Whoever carved it wanted it seen.

He didn’t look too pleased and I guessed my predictions were accurate. “Pan and my little errands boys didn’t come home last night.” I said as I dropped the cup on the table and folded my legs. “Care to finally tell me the reason?” I asked as I batted my lashes at Vigil. “I sent a scout to examine the reason when I saw a news report about some unidentified bodies. You were right; the vampire is a skilled fighter and quite vengeful as well.” Vigil explained as I laughed and clapped my hands.

"What issues?" Lutraine’s jaw tightened, and he glanced briefly at Alrael before speaking. "There’s a vigilante in Gibbous," he admitted, his voice low but clear. "Calls himself Black Justice. He’s been targeting some of the gangs in the slums, stirring up trouble. And while the gangs aren’t saints, his interference is complicating matters."

“Silas Vexx, and the organization he runs, called 5th Circle, are on a mission to murder hybrids like me, and Vee, and Greystone.” I glanced at both of them. “Vexx has found a way to locate hybrid children before they really begin to show any telltale signs. He plans to murder them all, as far as we know. We,” I gestured to Xavier, Lysander, and Kaelen, “have teamed up with Vienna Valentine, and the Sinful Saints, and Claire Nightling—a former member of 5th Circle—to take down Vexx and his followers.” Agent Martin pinned me with a hard stare. “So you’re basically vigilantes? Why not come to the authorities?”

He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide. He began to seek out the others,the broken hearts of the fallout. He found them in the ruins of hospitals and the shelters for the displaced. He recruited a mother who had lost her children to a stray warlock’s fire; a soldier who had watched his unit get devoured by shadows; and fringe mages whose minor talents had been amplified into dangerous, volatile tools by the breach. Allen was a beacon for them. He was young, handsome, and carried a charismatic authority that felt like a lifeline in a world gone mad. To the outside world, they were vigilantes. To Allen, they were the First Line.

They are taking in some fresh air in one of the sea spot. " As a reporter have you heard about this vigilante person called Night Huntress.?" Kaitlyn wince as if it's the topic she doesn't want to discuss. "What about her?" She asked seriously "Do you think she is doing the right thing?" He wanted her opinion. " Catching criminals, you mean to say?" "Yeah!" He replied. She thought for a moment before replying. "For me babe as a reporter and member of the civilian population, there is nothing wrong, this is the response of the civilian populace that has been under the oppression people want someone to keep their night safe."