Bad Omen Book Novels & Stories

"I've known for a long time now that you aren't a true offspring of the late alpha, and that's why you were born an omega. You're angry, that's understandable. They were horrible to you, after all. But that is nothing out of the ordinary in the werewolf world! Omegas will be discriminated against, and illegitimate daughters will be treated badly by the legitimate ones. It isn't right, I know, but none of it is out of line. You had no right to come for my pack!" Her pupils dilating, Belinda took a step back. She trembled all over, her eyes glazing over as her lips parted. The sight of her made Derek regret everything he'd just said. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he'd been angry. Imme

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Omen blurted. “Why? Why did you come and get us in the first place, what are you plotting?” She demanded as the surrounding air started to shimmer. With a look of fear, Omen looked around the room and seemed to compose himself. Clearing his throat, he replied, “I can explain everything in the morning.” “Very well. Goodnight Omen.” She said as she turned and headed from the hall. “But the banquet.” “I said goodnight, it was a little inconsiderate of you to plan this the day we arrived in the first place.” She waved him off as I glared at Omen and turned to follow.

Amelia asked Catherine and she nodded positively. "What happened!" Scott asked the bishop and he looked at him finally. Bishop Daimon looked back at the team with disappointment on his face, everyone noticed that on his face and they grew curious including angry Bella. "What's wrong bishop?" Amelia asked more curious than the others. Bishop Daimon heaved, his hands on his waist about to utter a word but Bella cut in instead. "You've a copy of the Unholy Book?" She asked. The bishop nodded positively "That's the good news but the bad news is Clancy represents the worst of it." He said.

Megaara walked over to his with a glass of water and joined him by leaning against the wall to stare at the busy stage. He knew what she said was true, but he also knew this was her attempt at making him feel better about himself. This simple book alone was responsible for the horrible life he had. The book that made his pack detest him and abandon him. The book that made him 'abnormal'. An 'abomination' to the werewolf community. Looking back toward the stage he finds the elders reciting verses off the said book in ancient wolvish, stretching out their hands at Hades who sat on a throne at the perfect center under the pale circle of light emitted by the vibrant full moon.

I'd had enough for one night. My plans encountered a bump when I found the devil in black leaning against the wall beside the 'forbidden room,' his hands casually tucked into his pockets like sin personified. He didn't finish his buttons, leaving enough to reveal his 'ugly' chest. That is, if we were calling cute tattooed chest ugly now. Being away from the room gave my mind enough clarity to 'really' think of who he was. Marshall Domayne. The one I swore I'd never forgive.

The wolf is thin and missing patches of fur, but I would recognize Dainn’s wolf, Storm, anywhere. Storm has Omen pinned to the ground, but I don’t know how long he can hold him. Duko stumbles back to his feet and limps toward the fight. He knows Storm will need our help against Omen. Just before I reach them, Omen manages to flip Storm onto his back and bites him on the neck. Blood runs down Storm’s fur and onto the ground. I wasn’t fast enough to save my brother.

“We have reason to believe they’re organizing, and that their strategies are coming from their biggest clan, a contingent calling itself the Black Omen. They wouldn’t share their motivations with their peons, which means…” Atlas’ tone is dark. “Which means we need to go to the source.” Master Ombres nods slowly. “Precisely. Our scouts have tracked the Black Omen to Hartford, Connecticut.” I blink. “You mean the Hartford? As in, the city?” “Yes. Our sources indicate that this is likely a staging area for their higher-ups. They’re the biggest liability among their species, which explains why they’ve chosen an urban environment; they’re trying to isolate themselves from werewolves. Specifically

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