Warframe Oc Novels & Stories

He stormed into the darkness, his silver-grey eyes already glowing with a blinding, predatory white light. At the back of the bakery, the heavy steel security door was halfway open, throwing a long, rectangular slice of yellow light across the wet gravel of the alley. Oscar Wayne was standing right under the lightbulb, his hands resting calmly on his hips. He had already shed his heavy leather jacket, wearing only a tight black t-shirt that showcased his massive, muscular frame. He had known Duncan was coming. An Alpha of Oscar’s caliber could smell the supreme rage approaching from miles away. Amora was standing just inside the doorway, her face pale but her expression furious as she saw Du

Adom could hide being an omega for his whole life if he kept on being careful. Right now, he was living off his scholarship and part-time jobs, so he would still be able to afford his suppressants. They were expensive, given how many he needed every time. Most omegas only took them for their heat if it would be really inconvenient for them, but he had been taking them for every heat he had so he wouldn't need to experience them. He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

She smiled kindly. -I fear the war is coming. -Luvioc looked down at the floor, his eyes fixed on the bedroom tiles. Lysa saw the same concern in the eyes of all the puppies there. They had a growing sense of fear. This was their first war. Especially for Luvioc, it was an overwhelming challenge, because it would be the first battle he would have to fight as a warrior, as a true wolf. His uncle had trained him well, but he felt that he would never be fully prepared for such an event.

Owen Cormier turned off the ignition in his truck and sat back in the driver's seat. He had parked to the side of the long, low warehouse building, away from the few windows the place sported. So if they don't see you, there's still time to run? Maybe, he told the voice always chattering in his head. Ever since the last mission in Central America, the voice had been with him all the time. He and his team had fought a bloody battle taking out one of the most vicious drug cartels in operation, a group funding terrorists on a global platform with its income from the sale of its merchandise. It had been his third tour and time for him to get out.

[SHORT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE STORY of Sevastian Claude x Zen Alfonso] **This is not in any way related to the main story. Zen's POV I am Zen Alfonso. A 30 year-old part time worker, and proudly a full-time MOONINE fanboy. Moonine is a rising K-pop boy group that has been receiving more praise nowadays because of their good talents but I have been a consistent st4r (name of fandom) since their rookie days.

My power clawed at the threads, tried to smother the cracks, and tried to seal the abyss. And for one breathless instant… it almost worked. Almost.. But the void screamed. A soundless, endless scream that ripped through my marrow. My pheromones faltered. The abyss devoured them, like swallowing light into a black hole. My knees buckled, chest caving inward. “No…” I gasped, the word raw, shredded. “No, no, no!” “My omega..” His voice. Vlad’s voice. I whipped my head toward him, tears already streaming. He stood at the center of it all, shadows bleeding from his frame, glyphs blazing brighter than I’d ever seen—bright, and unstable.

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

The moment Edmund saw who had arrived, his face turned deathly pale. Amy, however, still acted all high and mighty. She even dared to shout rudely at Mom, "Who are you? How dare you barge into the Alpha's room? Get out!" Mom sized Amy up coldly and said, "So you are that shameless Omega?" At the word Omega, Amy's expression soured. "I will soon become this pack's Luna. You'd better show me respect, or I'll have you thrown out of the pack!"

Claire’s POV: They just kept fighting and fighting. Everything in the place was smashed up or ripped up. All of a sudden there was a huge crash! “ENOUGH!!” A man yelled. Everyone froze and kneeled. I was in too much shock. I just stood there with my mouth gapping open. Looking towards the voice I instantly froze. IT WAS THE ALPHA! At my own party! We made eye contact. Alpha Genesis walked toward the wolves who were fighting. They kneeled and exposed their necks. Clearly showing they were wrong. Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring.