Xenomorph Oc Novels & Stories

His face was smooth yet marked by a scar that cut across his face, a sign of the last victory he won from the vicious king in the dark land. When danger approaches, his human form would shift, bones snapping, muscles bulging as he morphed into a massive, powerful wolf, dark fur rippling with strength. But this morning, he sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the dark oak table, the room heavy with the scent of wood smoke and the distant crackle of a fire in the hearth.

“And your moves are what’s going to kill you.” “Huh? Is this pathetic move your attempt?” Xenos mocked and tried to elbow her in the face. Amira ducked and punched him in the gut before piercing the side of him with the other blade. Xenos grunted, grabbed her by the collar and headbutted her. Amira’s nose burst out blood, and she stumbled backwards, lights flickering around her vision. Xenos was twice her size, which never stopped her before. But he was quick for a large guy, and once he dealt a blow, it was like being hit with a large rock.

Vixen P.O.V "Ladies and gentleman, presenting you today our first ever intergalactic spaceship, Wells O2..", he said proudly as the crowds stand and start clapping at it, wow if this spaceship is going to be use for our mission I would literally die. "Wells O2 is the major step up from Falcon X7i which was our fastest and latest spaceship we've ever built, this spaceship has 2 big Zeon rings around it. The diameter of its ring is approximately three quarters of Valencia moon in our solar system, it's our biggest ever structure aside from the dyson sphere...", He said once again with so much pride, damn so Nox is going to drive this huge thing? Also ¾ of Valencia moon is really huge, Falcon X

was never in his mission dictionary. "Oh, you're not gonna talk?" In the past five years, Occisor has changed a lot. He's now an adult; six feet tall and long and black hair that falls to his shoulders or sometimes he His skin is fair, he has a full beard and his body's masculine and strong. He has some scars he gained during his battles. In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male.

By all means, go right ahead. If I am to be honest, Xillon is the best looking between the three. I’ve always wished that I could put my hands through his short, curly, dusty blond locks. He has these bright grey eyes that seem to twinkle any time he’s around me, now that he has gained his wolf, Xavier. He’s of average height for a male wolf shifter at six feet seven inches and has bulky, well sculpted muscles. His dimples when Xillon smiles really get my hormones riled up.

The additional touch also distinguished his new variant from the base model, so people wouldn't confuse it with a regular Octagon. "I think that's it. Well System, what do you think?" [Design Evaluation: Speed Demon.] Variant name: O-225CS Speed Demon Base model: Octagon O-225C Original Manufacturer: Globe-Elstar Corporation Weight Classification: Extreme Medium-Light Recommended Role: Anti-Light Mech Performance improvement: 7% Overall evaluation: The Speed Demon provides an alternative piloting style that does not fully live up to its concept. Too much performance has been sacrificed in order to achieve the desired speed and impact damage.

Xena tells her and winks at me before a majestic beast of pure muscle dashes past us. “What is that?” someone at the back asks. “That is a Rhinoceros. Hot, strong, very territorial and many will try to destroy it to have its horn,” Xena tells them. “It’s horn?” “It is a big thing in the black market,” Ryan replies to whoever asked that question. “So, many want the X-pack?” someone asks, trying to understand and interpret Xena’s words. “One way or the other,” Xena confirms. “No. It’s not the pack. She is his horn,” Ryan refutes her response.

His snarl turned into a look of pure, and terrifying adoration. Rhea's lips moved, but there was no audio on the live feed. I didn't need a degree in sign language to know what she said. “Kill him , Ethan.” I ran towards the stairwell to get to Dax and plan my next move, when a notification hit my screen again. Another body heat enters the black site. “Kieran!” Dax roared. “The sensors picked another person!” “Who?” I demanded, a sudden chill entering my bloodstream. “It’s an Omega, Kieran. “ Dax says solemnly.

“Roxy managed to get these through one of our birds. It seems the duke’s forces are already… stirring.” I stepped forward, unrolling one. The language was coded, but even then, I saw the signs. Supply movements. The arrival of a new caravan of “materials.” Mentions of a new homunculus prototype under development—this time, with “greater resistance to pheromones and lunar interference.” My blood ran cold. “That’s for me,” I whispered. “That’s built specifically to catch me.” Vladimyr slammed a hand against the edge of the desk, sending cracks through the wood.

Alex muttered to himself. The problem was that the golden phoenix scorpion was a demonic beast. It was usually level six, but some of higher and lower levels also existed. If Alex were here, he could destroy hundreds in minutes. But the situation now was, he was a defenseless scholar. By the looks of his frail little body, even the weakest of golden phoenix scorpions could kill him, not to mention the particularly vicious spawns! He looked at the sun, then at the endless desert, and then at the stone the size of a steamed bun in his hand.