Octavia's Quest

Ariana Black was just five when put in the orphanage she doesn't remember much about her family or who she is. Weird stuff happened around her and she has been treated badly. So after a while she ran away from the orphanage and lived by herself now thirteen she is starting to figure who she actually is and finding where she actually belongs. <<<<<<~~~~>>>>> Remember The Harry Potter world does not, under any circumstances, belong to me. (unfourtunetly). But in the bright side it belongs to J.K. Rowling. And we can say she did a darn job on writing it. Anyway I only own the characters that I make like Black.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

I wasn't born wicked. In fact, I was once a generous, lively, sweet, and caring daughter of the influential and wealthy Royal Chief Sentinel. My father was guarding the borders, and fought many battles for the Alpha King. But love destroyed me. When I first entered the palace as the chosen mate of the Alpha King, I fell in love with him at first sight. My feelings were reciprocated as he favored me above all the other chosen mates. In no time, I became his Royal Consort. However, my happiness was short-lived. Everything changed when he met my stepsister-his fated mate. From that moment, she became his entire world, and I became a shadow of my former self. Nature itself became my enemy; I couldn't compete with the unbreakable bond of fated mates. Consumed by jealousy, loneliness, and bitterness, I did the unthinkable-I killed the center of the Alpha King's universe. In return, he ended my life. My story came to a tragic end. But the Moon Goddess granted me another chance. I was reborn, five years before I first met the Alpha King. This time, I vowed to change my fate. I would no longer trust the Alpha's feelings or succumb to my old mistakes. Yet fate played a cruel trick on me. I was no longer his chosen mate-I was his fated mate. How can I avoid another tragic end when destiny has rewritten the rules?

"Why are you all looking at me with such long faces?" I question slyly. Everyone looked at me with hate. He motions with his hand, soon more guards come piling in. Their guns were filled with wooden stacks, coated with sorrel and perilla. I roll my eyes. "How dumb have you become, dear? Don't you know a tribrid like me can't be killed?" I laugh shortly. "What is it you want, Octavia?" He questions, glaring at me, holding his glass of champagne tightly. I smile, "Sweetie, you know exactly why I'm here. I've come for what's mine, hand it over so I don't have to kick your ass in front of all these people." The crowds start laughing, along with him. His deep laugh echoed through the room. "What makes you think you can beat me? What can a little thing like you do?" I take a tray from the nearest waiter and grab the last glass of champagne, downing it. Sighing, I wipe my mouth, dropping the glass, allowing it to shatter on the ground. I hold the tray tightly, I throw it like a frisbee, slicing the head of a guard clean off. The tray sticks in the wall, while the head slowly falls off the tray. "Now?" I ask sweetly, feeling my eyes glow. "That good enough for you?" ↞⍥↠ Octavia Lycan has been searching for answers her entire life, well what she can remember of it. The one thing that she craves to have more than anything is memories. Memories of who she was, what she was. She's been on a mission to find these memories for centuries, and nothing is stopping her from getting her what she wants. Not the MC. Not her anger getting the better of her actions. Not the British vampire who calls her love. And especially not the human who she can't get out of her head. With new allies joining her brigade and new information coming into the light, Octavia is going to have to face it all. If she hopes to keep her family safe and get her memories back... But at what cost? (UNEDITED)

My name is Ariana, but lately everyone around me had been calling me Black. That's what they call me. That color they labeled me with means nothing to me. It's Ironic since I am the complete opposite of it. I have snowy white hair and blue eyes. Why did they give me that name then? I don't know but I am tired of taking that from them. I'm leaving and hopefully my life get's a little more enjoyable. I am not going to be the black stain for anyone. No more. Today I am free. -THIS IS NOT A SEQUEL, JUST AN EDITED VERSION.- I do not under any circumstances own Harry Potter or the world of Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does. I am just a fan making my own representation of the story that we came to know and love.

Rebel kom Trikru one day finds a girl in the river who she learns to be Octavia kom Skaikru. At first she is weary of her, refusing to say even her name. Soon there will be a spark that blossoms into a love that she finds herself having to fight for. Even if it means doing something unthinkable... *** "I thought you were my wife" She says, evil in her eyes "I married Octavia kom Skaikru, not whatever this evil is" I say before leaving. "You can't stay away forever Rebel...you always come back" I stop at the door, my hand on the handle. "You know...I will come back, because that's what you do when you love someone...but at this rate I don't know how many more times I can come back" I say, then leave Octavia, mouth open not knowing how to reply to what I have said.

You've read my story. You've met Peanut Butter. You now know who I am. Who he made me to be. What about Stealthheart? What's my fantasy? Why am I leader? Who is my family? Who was my mentor? Who did I respect? My story's not over yet. My life is still yet to be lived. Read on to dig deeper. Deeper into my dreams... {Rated PG; deaths and fighting} (I'm waiting until I finish the pot and oots arcs again until I add new chapters. For now, this is all there is.)

My name was once Mia Elizabeth Vauthier. I was the princess of a great land where wolves, grander than any other creature shifted freely between animal and man. Where nature and its inhabitants lived together in an uninterrupted harmony. Where the supernatural was not abhorred by those arrogant beings that called themselves humans. Here the supernatural was just as part of nature as the trees and the grass, just as the Goddess had wished it to be. Since the day of my birth, I had been the envy of all the land. I would be powerful I would be great I would be blessed by the Goddess... Or so they had thought. When I was meant to shed my fragile human skin and flow smoothly in the Goddess' blessed creature of the night, I did not. It did not happen when I was sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen. The shock had been like steaming water, trickling down the naked skin, tearing skin as it went leaving ugly marks that could never be removed. I became stained. The Princess who was an omega and not just an omega, a wolfless omega. An empty shell, a box with no contents, a heart with no blood. Just an empty vessel. I wished so desperately to fill the empty space with something worth more than the haunting echoes of what should have been but that was not my fate. Instead the once beloved princess I was cast aside, thrust into a tower with no promise of a prince to rescue me. The only dragon that guarded me was my own mind, a sharp weapon which would slowly poison me. I thought nothing could save me... Perhaps it is still too late.

"Who are you?" I asked, still left in the shock and scared state that came over me when gunshots were heard. I look up to his face which was hidden behind a dark shadow and bit my lips as silence fell between us. "Who I am is none of your business," he said in a cold, husky voice that somehow caused me to shiver. A frown made it's way onto my face as I looked at the mysterious man who refused to tell me who he is. He stood tall in front of me as we fell into silence again but only for a few seconds before he began to slowly move towards me. His face slowly being exposed to the light, giving me a glimpse of his icy grey eyes. "let's go" he spoke again before turning around. I hesitated a bit before turning around and for some reason followed behind him. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Ariana is a 26-year-old young lady, employed at a famous bar in New York City. She loves her job to her heart and counts it as a blessing since it helps in paying her bills. So everything was going quite well in her life, except for the fact that her boss hated her, but apart from that she was okay and everything was going well...but all of that came to an end on one specific night when she found herself in the arms of danger after encountering a mysterious yet dangerous man, who had also happen to have a lot of enemies. And since she had encountered him, she had been targeted as a worker for him and so she was promised that her life will be protected by the mysterious man as a returned favor for her saving his life. She has now entered a world where chaos, lies, hurt, death and truth reside and will find herself in a place where though decisions are thrown at her. So, What will she do when she's being chased down by enemies that seek to take her innocent life? Can she trust a man, she never knew, to protect her? Can she....survive? There's only one way to find out...

Russia... that is where everything started. The perfect snow in winter, the perfect house that kept you warm and cosy, and for Octavia Zorina Radmilla it was the only real home she had even known. She was only sixteen but in 1784 many people were already wed or soon to be, Octavia was one of those soon to be types. A humble rock upon her finger, looping her pale skinned ring finger, with some sort of gold plated metal. Octavia Milo. The name didn't quite seem to fit but what is a name other than a way to identify a body. She would wear the name with pride, knowing she would be the talk of the town for marrying Spyder Dragan Milo. A dark soul, or so it appeared. Ever since the boy had been born something hung over his head like a shadow but that is what made him so wonderful to young Octavia. A curse, a curse with no rules, or at least rules that always changed. No matter how hard the two teens tried, there seemed to be no loopholes. We won't start at the beginning, that won't make sense, at least not this time. Spyder and Octavia were doomed to be this way, living life after life trying to find one another but every time they remembered who they were, they would die... or at least one of them would, leaving the other two options, to continue until their next life cycle or to end it and try again. Of course it is never that simple. Especially when someone keeps changing the rules. The only stable thing they knew, was that they will always remember before they die, whoever had died first the previous life, would be the first to remember. and they would always find each other. No matter how long it took.