Zabrak Oc Novels & Stories

She looked like a broken girl, and that really hurt me. “They can see us already, Matthew.” One of the scumbags announced. They immediately drew their weapons while one dragged Scarlett. “Yah!!!” Ambroz yelled, immediately beginning to get rid of them. His training was extremely good because he was fast in everything, though he lacked the muscles, he used his defense techniques to his advantage. It worked for him… “Javier, get her!” I sped towards whoever dragged her, snapping his neck. The second advanced towards me with a stake, which I reverted back towards him. He froze into grey that moment, collapsing.

They never fought for anything, but to defend their love and way of life. Zuba was a princess there. Like the rest, she was known for calmness and beauty. The two ancient seas ably described her. She was beautiful. Her shining eyes were as calm as the morning waters, though at times her behaviour was as tempestuous as the surging waters of the night on the ancient seas. But the nobles of that medieval kingdom were greedy. Many of them exhibited some kind of behaviour quite different from the rest of the subjects. They fought and made sure that they got whatever they wanted at the expense of others.

The arbiter dodged the first swipe, but Lycidas anticipated the move and followed up with a powerful kick that connected with the arbiter’s chest, sending him skidding back. Zakaria took advantage of the momentary distraction and leaped at the arbiter, her fangs bared. She managed to sink her teeth into his arm, but the arbiter’s celestial blood burned like acid, forcing her to release him with a cry of pain. The arbiter retaliated with a blast of energy that knocked Zakaria across the room, her body slamming into the wall with a sickening thud.

The perfect excuse. Her heart raced. The world appeared to stop moving except for the sound of her heart beating. Kiara (looking at her closely): "Don't look at me like that." Georgia, whatever you're planning, don't forget that there are lines we don't cross. Georgia (laughing hard): "Lines? Tell me, Kiara... Did they think of lines when they turned on me? "Did they care about my space when they pushed me aside like I was nothing?" Kiara (strong): "Your obsession will kill you."

“Change.” My brows scrunch. “What?” He sets the shopping bag down slowly like they were fragile before leaning against the edge of my table and damn....he looks so good. “You’re my plus one, Kratoska.” He cocks his head, voice deepening. “My date.” I felt my belly flutter with excitement and also nerves. “Your plus one?” He nods. “There’s a fundraiser dinner. Bratva business that involves powerful faces and important investors.” Just from hearing the word ‘Bratva’, my stomach twisted into knots as the contents of the flash drive flashes into my head.

He managed to sober up just enough to grab my hand and drag me away from the restrooms and down the corridor. "So, what's the verdict, Miss Rule-Breaker? Do we have a deal?" he asked once we were a safe distance away. "Let go of my hand first," I commanded coldly. He laughed and released my hand instantly. "All set." He grinned. I straightened my blazer and looked him dead in the eye. "Fine. It's a deal."

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. The obstacle course looms ahead, a chaotic blend of jagged rock, twisted steel, and ancient magic. Known as the walk… which makes it sound almost nice, it is anything but. It feels almost alive under the watchful half-moon, which casts a silvery glow on the sweat-soaked faces of the first group. They’re a blur of motion… climbing, swinging, leaping. I watch as a guy named Torven gets clipped by a swinging log of ironwood. He stumbles and lets out a string of curses, but then he recovers, roaring defiantly into the night. But not everyone is as lucky. A girl cries out as a bladed pendulum catches her arm, the dark stone splattered with crimson. Healers rush i

“I’m going to kill youuuu—aaarghhh!” Before Brock could end his threat on a menacing note, Zayn’s sudden amplification of force caused him to go off on an epic wail instead. It hurt enough that his body was visibly trembling. He really wished he could just grab a knife and butcher Zayn already—this lowborn, unwashed prole! How dare he retaliate against his betters and make him go down on his knees?! This was an act of sacrilege—a strip of his noble dignity! No way in hell was Brock ever going to let this go unpunished; Zayn Larson was a dead man!

That makes him the brain behind everything. He's the mastermind of the best, so together, the three gave Wild Boars a freak show. Three minutes later, they all went down, leaving just Madden and his girls at the now bloody dork with bodies lying around them. "Thanks for telling me to plant the bomb, master." Poe threw her head back in all badassery. "Their whole cartel should be wiped out, for real." Jinx fumed. Blood of the enemies stained her jaw. Madden only entered the car, seething with undeniable rage.

I stopped and straightened when I heard the words come from my Alpha “Son you have no idea what you did. You broke the Goddesses Heart.” “Alpha don’t” With that Zander turned to leave and went up to the stage to begin the run.