Zoro X Oc Novels & Stories

Xiu replies smoothly, and Jia covers her mouth as a giggle escapes her lips. Xiu's smirk grows, and Zor's face begins to remind me of a predator's. Her canine teeth seem to become the focal point of her face and her eyes flash viciously at us. "Who do you think outshines me, Xiu? It can't be you," Zor practically sneers, and Xiu's shoulders straighten even more. I want to slap the Maroon slag. How dare she say that about Xiu. Xiu is beautiful and exotic!

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

They burst through the door at the top of the stairs with a fierce battle cry, clad in heavy armor, and wielding massive battle axes, silver swords, spears, and some warriors even completely transformed into their wolf form, but Zora resisted them, and he got back on his feet. Zora, a gigantic figure towering over the trooping warriors. He roared out loud to assert his dominance and instill fear into his surging opponents. He scrambled to grab an axe from Casandra’s stack of weapons, and with ease, he moved through the warriors with precision, skill, and ridiculous speed, taking down each warrior with deadly accuracy.

There is fear, reluctance, and even feeling inappropriate. The tapping of Zeno's and Eros' shoes echoed on the floor. Dramatically, Zeno walked like he was the star. The guard at the door immediately pushed open the door and let the two in. Inside, Zoro was already standing and immediately invited them to sit down. "Don't be so formal, Zoro," Zeno said. The other party chuckled lightly and immediately threw a piece of paper in front of Zeno and Eros. "Look! They're trying to trick us. Don't they know who they're dealing with?" said Zoro.

“I am the boss's partner here.” “Oh, yeah? You wish you were so untouchable. It would be nice for you, a rejected and sad Omega, so weak even in her enhanced form.” He grinned, pulled out his long nails and slowly scratched my arm. The blood ran like a trickle. I couldn't move, Karly was still in her human form, but if she became a wolf, she would easily defeat me.

~Lennox~ Zahara stares at me, waiting for me to tell her what’s going on. I have to admit that I don’t really know what to say. I know Cory has had no formal training and that his world has been forced down for so long. I also know that Cory is of Alpha blood, but I wasn’t prepared for what happened. I wasn’t prepared for what I experienced today. *Flashback*

That was the first time she had felt that and she seemed obsessed and addicted to the smell and caress of the first Archon. Zandro slowly took off her blouse as well as the pants she was wearing until only undergarments were left. Zandro is fascinated by what he sees, he doesn't know that Ara's body is so attractive and perfect. He stared at the marks left by the stab wounds on Ara's body. He gently touched it then looked at Ara "What did you do when you weren't with me?." "Fighting— f-fighting to live" Ara's weak response.

The Daughter lunged at Aria, her claws aiming for her heart. “You can’t stop him!” she hissed. Aria dodged, her crimson claws clashing with the Daughter’s ice. Sparks flew, the Oath’s power burning hotter, but it was draining her. She felt its hunger, its need to consume. She slashed, catching the Daughter’s arm, blood spraying. The Daughter screamed, retreating, but her eyes promised revenge. Zorathar stood by the rift, his claws glowing with crimson fire. “You’re too late,” he said, raising a shard the same one Rathar had held, now pulsing with the Oath’s power.

"I don't really see the point in arguing with a man who's about to die. I hope your soul enjoys its last moments in agony. We'll see if you're still as cocky then." "My clan's spell sphere is capable of burning your soul in darkness for thousands of years, and you're about to get started on that right away," the other cultivator called out as well. "I guess you're one of the Zeetos too, then?" "That's right. My name's Orzo Zeeto. Don't forget my name if you need one to scream when your soul gets tortured later," Orzo smirked. Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head. "You two make a great pair, don't you? Well, you're about to find out what a fool you've just made of yourselves."

"But I won't hurt them. I am still me." Suddenly, Zoey's stomach twisted in a painful knot, and she let out a groan. Dimly, she registered the sound of footfalls approaching behind her, and then a shadow fell on the floor. She slowly turned around to see Ozone crouched in a kneeling position with his palms flat on the ground. Her gut clenched again, a solid wave of rage pulsing through her body. A sudden ache in her mouth caused her fangs to vibrate in her gums.