Xenomorph Oc Novels & Stories

But the battlefield wasn’t letting either of them breathe. A massive demon—eight feet tall, armored in obsidian plates, with a tail tipped like a spear—charged them, bellowing Osric’s name in fury. “TRAITOR!” Its voice rattled the treetops. Steel clashed as it slammed into Osric, sending him skidding back. Storm launched at its side, claws sinking under its armor, the Phoenix fire melting it on contact, tearing through flesh. Its tail whipped toward her heart—too close, too fast—

They were probably confident no one could ever escape or survive this place. We climbed up a stone staircase, moving quickly and silently. I was holding the Xenodermus babies we had rescued. We only stopped when we saw light ahead, and the exit from the arena. There, we saw a group of wounded Tarragons battling a huge monster—it looked like a centipede, but more vicious, with spikes along its back. Its many legs were sharp, and its head was massive with enormous, jagged teeth. Vestaria looked at me. “What’s the plan?” she asked. I smiled. I handed the Xenodermus babies to one of the others we had freed. My claws extended, surprising them, and I knew my eyes were glowing.

(Corporal Amanda) “Understood…...…”.(Specialist Oghar) The appearance of Specialist Oghar were something that no one have ever expected at all, and it instilled fear on every single soul that looked at him, especially the villagers, why, it is because Specialist Oghar is a 2 meter tall, muscly, scarred face, Orc. A well known fierce and blood thirsty race that always instilled fear to any known human. But despite what they known about Orc, that they were barbaric and just bare bodied the entire time. Specialist Oghar, were just an opposite of what they known, he is neat in appearance and also very articulate and well mannered, like a gentlemen and the way he was working on that t

There was no cheer this time, no applause or calls for Garron's death. I had proved Omegas were not to be underestimated, even though my victory was a fluke. But there was something else. Something in the air that made us all feel uneasy. They don't know the source of this feeling, but they understand it has something to do with how Garron is currently towering over Dorian. Last we saw him, he was a young man with an average athletic build, standing at about six foot tall, but now he's massive, taller, a walking fortress of flesh and muscle. Terrifyingly calm and eager to face this Alpha.

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

I noticed the other two warriors preparing themselves, and the whole area buzzed with anticipation once again. "Could it be that she was the one who shifted form last night under the moonlight?" one of the pack members wondered aloud. "She gave us that extra strength!" Extra strength? What were they talking about? "But she's an omega. How is this possible?" "How did she acquire such power?" I heard the heavy breathing of the head warrior. The shock still seemed to be coursing through his system, though he managed to maintain a composed expression. "Make the fight real. There's something peculiar about the energy in her body. She's too strong!" the head warrior commanded.

Her commanding voice prodded inside the heads of the creatures. Three full-grown wolves stepped forward, two from the front and one from behind. “Look what we caught Carter; it is the Luna of Calyx.” Diana could hear the taunting voices and laughs in her mind. Two of the dark-furred wolves started circling Diana, as one of them stood in front, almost as if enjoying a show. The scents meant, there were two Alphas and a Beta, in her current state, she could handle the Beta, but fighting two Alphas at once was not a possible match even for a trained Omega, like Diana.

Zinnia gulped nodding her head. "Yes, I can't stand this, whenever you touch her, it hurts me not just emotionally but my wolf is hurting physically too, I can't stand this pain. I am an omega, you know we aren't strong enough to endure our mate being intimated with another woman and even marking her." Dante stared at her silently, he sighed raising his hand to touch her face but she stepped back avoiding his touch which didn't fail to anger him.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

The longer they waited, the more Brody would be exposed to danger. At that moment, there was a new development on the stage. Six powerful figures had all been consumed, and the figure in the black robe was already locked in combat with the scorpion snake, exchanging blows in a fierce battle. With such a robust physique, he hardly seemed human. His dazzling achievements naturally caught Mister Xeno's attention. "Rip open his black robe. I want to see if he's actually human." At the command, Scorpion acted swiftly, spraying venom that instantly corroded the black robe.