Always Omi Novels & Stories

I knew my place here—simple, unnoticed, lowly—and didn’t understand why she saw it any differently. “When I was brought here, I had to prove myself,” she said, her voice tight, almost resentful. “We all did. The first week, we were tested—hunting for food, surviving without guidance. And you…” Her eyes trailed over me, her lips curling slightly. “You’re an omega, aren’t you?” Her last words were spat like an accusation. I flinched, suddenly feeling exposed. “Yes,” I whispered. The word barely left my mouth when she recoiled, eyes wide with shock and disgust.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Om declared and took a small test of Parina by giving her small tasks. " Sir, we have to leave for the meeting" Om's P.A informed him after walking inside the room. " What meeting? " Parina asked when P.A left the room. " It's a very important meeting. I have to go to another state. So, you go back home and call me when you arrived safe " Om said putting on his blazer and opening his hair bun to tie them again in a neat way. Parina's eyes race down at the muscular arms of Om to his chest which is moving due to the movement of his hands. His long thick fingers running in his hair made Parina imagine them running in her hair. She felt goosebumps getting birth over her skin in that wild imagina

I said because true dawn had arrived. "Sheep, tell me what an omega is," I commanded sternly, standing tall with my arms crossed against my chest. "Omegas are domestics…"

This led the moon goddess to rain down her wrath upon her people, and after a hundred years of drought and famine in the five Kingdoms, the moon goddess — Cessi, listened to the prayers of her people and gave each Kingdom an Omega. An Omega is a rare and special creation with distinct features of a crescent moon on their forehead. The people were advised to treat the Omegas as embodiments of the moon goddess herself and once in a year an anniversary is held in the name of the moon goddess, whereby the Omegas are to dance traditionally to glorify her name.

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

' Exclaims Atlas. 'You see what you want to see, I guess.' “You felt threatened by an Omega?” I ask dubiously. Oh please, Romona sees Omegas as vermin, as if she was scared of one. “She wasn’t like the other Omegas, she’s nasty and cruel!” “Try telling that story again, only with honesty this time,” instructs Roland as he steps into my office, shutting the door behind him. “You know what she’s talking about?” I ask.

“Thanks.” “Do you want some food? Something to drink maybe? It’s been days since you ate.” Ellie waved her hand to indicate the few people who were scattered around the room. “You can ask any of these people for whatever you want and they’ll bring it. They’re called Omegas, it kind of means waitress, concierge… maid maybe? Basically, you call “Omega” and the closest one to you will come over right away. Talking to one of them is like talking to all of them. Whatever you want just happens. One of them will even come in from another next room if there aren’t any here, you ask them for what you want and another one will show up with it. Whoever, it can get here the fastest. They can hear you fr

Ford’s pov After dealing with their insults Nivia and I walked to my car. I took the back seat, my beta would be driving us back. Nivia took the seat next to me. Before buckling, Nivia reached over to tap Samuel on the shoulder, “hi, we’ve never met in person, but you’re beta Samuel, right?” I held back a growl, hating how informally she spoke to my beta. He turned his body halfway to face her, “good to meet you in person, Miss Omari. Or should I call you Luna Omari?”