Alpha Omega Martial Arts Novels & Stories

Author’s POV Alpha Mason stood outside the boys’ hostel, speaking quietly with a male reporter. The morning sun hadn’t yet dried the stormwater from the school grounds, causing puddles in the courtyard. “So, what time should I put it up on the school website?” the reporter inquired. “Post it right after the students finish writing. And don’t screw it up,” Mason declared, slipping him a hundred-dollar bill. “I won’t. But tell me, who is this black omega to you? I have never seen an Alpha, especially the Alpha’s son, interested in a brown-skinned omega from Woodland. You are in this society,” the reporter commented.

“You’ll regret humiliating me. Everyone will celebrate me as your Luna tonight, Cassius. Whether you like it or not.” “You can wear a crown or bathe in gold. Drape yourself in titles. It doesn’t make you what I want.” My voice was ice, and I was already walking away. I didn’t look back. ************** That night, I dressed in the traditional Alpha regalia. Champagne-colored fabric with silver embroidery traced across the collar and cuffs. A belt of dark leather sat snug around my waist, accented with a golden wolf insignia. It was regal. Commanding. Made to intimidate.

The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint. Omegas weren’t allowed. Officially, we didn’t exist. I adjusted my duffel bag on my shoulder and kept walking, posture relaxed, head up. Confident, but not cocky. Visible, but not loud. The way an Alpha was supposed to move. Around me, the other students gathered in clusters—tall, broad-shouldered, radiating dominance. Some laughed. Some shoved each other. Some stared openly, assessing, ranking. I felt it immediately.

Alexander looks away, back out of the alleyway which they came. Adom has never been an adventurous person. He likes what he likes and he hates what he hates. He plays sports and he eats whenever he feels hungry no matter what time of day it may be. Growing up he had fantasies of becoming a professional soccer player, winning trophies and getting a pretty omega. So when all his friends got omega or beta partners, he didn’t think anything of it and got one himself. It’s been years since then and maybe he’s heard whispers of alphas getting together but he never believed it. How can two alphas even attempt to get that intimate without feeling threatened and wanting to rip each other's heads off?

He said as Luthor stood up angrily and said, “Michelle is an Omega and a member of MY PACK. Not yours. So you have no jurisdiction over this matter. Allow me to handle this matter into my own hands. Kayla warn your Alpha to stand down.” He said as Kayla looked at his Alpha and back at the second Alpha and bowed her head saying,

Rationally speaking I knew he was right when he’d told me there had been no way out of the events that night, and I wanted to believe him when he told me that he’d have done anything to stop what had happened from going ahead, but there was a small part of me that kept me from fully believing him. That doubt was still present as I sat here now, listening to him go over the course of events for this evening. Tonight was the obligatory weigh-ins, Alexander was also using this to show me off albeit in a gilded cage. I assumed they were also giving the participants a chance to size up their respected competition. I was under no delusion that by now Alexander knew that Dane had entered, which mea

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

The silver chain around my neck felt like the only thing keeping me tethered to sanity. Then he entered. Alpha Rael looked even bigger than I remembered, all brutal muscle and cold calculation. He wore combat gear that had seen real use, scars marking the leather. His eyes found mine across the arena and he smiled. That smile made my blood run ice-cold. "Let's finish what we started little omega." His voice carried across the sudden silence. Every word was a promise of violence. I felt Elric tense in the stands above me, felt the weight of every Shadowfang wolf watching, waiting to see if I'd break.

My legs nearly gave out. "Alpha," his Beta replied, and I could hear the confusion in his voice. "If you don't want to mate with Sylvia, why not just tell her directly? Why put her through all that torment? That academy is a complete scam. It's designed purely for torture—constant whippings, electric shocks. An Omega going in there would be lucky to come out alive!" " You're being too dramatic." Marcus's laugh was cold. " Many Alphas send their Lunas there to learn etiquette. How could there possibly be such things as you mentioned?"

"It's a crime, you can't do this to your omega child. I am sorry but I can't help you now. It's a rule, you will punish if you abuse omega and treat them with disrespect" " The same thing happen in your fucking school" Jia hiss but Allen punch her. "It used to be happened that's why Mr. Adom appoint me, now if anyone abuse omega or disrespect them we suspende them and even take strict action. World is changing Ma'am and you are still living in old world with old thinking. You saw your boy youself, he is talented. More than any Alpha in this school. Shame on you two, and I feel bad that I invite you two be a judge. You guys don't deserve it. We don't want people like you two in our society. A