Beyond Omega Level Mutants Novels & Stories

Werewolf power levels that had increased were divided into several levels: • Omega • Beta • Gamma • Delta • Alpha • King Alpha • Emperor Alpha • Divine Alpha In a world where those who reached Beta strength were respected, Raven was left behind. Yes, he was the Cursed Omega. The most vulnerable werewolf in the Silver Moon Pack, perhaps even the entire Pack. Woosh! The previously calm night breeze suddenly turned cold. Very cold. The previously calm night breeze suddenly turned ice-cold. Raven felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, sensing a dangerous presence watching him.

“That’s not the same thing. We are warriors-” “So are they.” My adrenaline is starting to wear off and with it my good mood is evaporating. “You and I allowed our feelings to get in the way today. We would not have been able to kill those…those mutants if it weren’t for the spirits. She made the right call and you know it.” Brent sighs. “You’re right.” “Are the spirits okay?” “Every single one of them.” “Go to the Omega village, tell them to fetch their dead. Tomorrow, we’ll give them a chance to join the pack.”

“Though I want to be an Iota, I’m sure it won’t be easy. I can try to be a Mu.” He stroked his back neck, then laid his back on the headboard. “Hmm, let me think first. Maybe it is good if you become my father’s maid under Evelyn. But I can’t protect you there as you will be in my father’s direct order.” “It’s okay. As long as it gives me a chance to get your father’s approval.” I let out a long sigh. “Besides, being an Omega, the lowest rank in the lowest rank category, I know I’m incompatible with you.” I snuggled my head on Constantine’s chest. “You will be the next Alpha, while I’m just an Omega. The difference between us is like sky and ground.”

I will be your unwavering pillar of support, your fierce protector, and your guiding light in the darkness. Unfortunately, I am truly sorry that they have forced us to live in hiding due to the merciless policy towards rogues in this area. It breaks my heart that you, as a female omega, have been burdened with this life. I wish I could have returned to the pack with you to seek the answers we both yearned for, but unfortunately, we were not given that opportunity or choice.

Adrien was the spearpoint. They burst onto the final landing, a wide antechamber leading to the stairs to the summit. And there, Omega's last line of defense stood waiting. They were not guards. They were... things. Hulking, mutated creatures of fused flesh and dark metal, their eyes glowing with a soulless crimson light. Omega's personal abominations, designed for one purpose: utter, mindless destruction. They were the variable the Architect's maps couldn't predict.

“Never tell anyone that you're Liam's mate!” Only that? “Simple instruction.” I answer, brushing it off. He watches me, probably waiting for a reaction, but too bad for him, he isn't getting any. I'm used to this kind of treatment anyway. After all, I'm an Omega, the lowest of the werewolf ranks ever! He gets off first and I follow after him and we both walk towards the backdoor as Trevor starts explaining to me all sorts of things.

The only reason I was here was because I wanted us to talk about achieving what I wanted. " Are you serious right now? I have a plan, and you have yours; we need to work on that," I said. He scoffed, " I was going to wait till you are ready for it, but it seems you want it right now," he said. I did not understand what he meant by that. " What do you mean?" " Look at you, you are an omega, you are a weak wolf or could not stand how high my voice was, and you wish to take over the Golden Pack, pathetic," he spat.

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."

Which was difficult since he was prone to anger, even going into a blind rage when someone did or said something that he didn’t agree with. His wolf, Hunter, was the same way. ‘Xavier, you think the Moon Goddess, Serena, did this to teach us how to be more gentle? To be more gentle and understanding?’ Hunter asked with a huff. Xavier rolled his eyes a bit. ‘Doubt it but possibly. Regardless, I’m still not happy. Like, seriously? Why did she give us an Omega? A blind and fearful one at this. Why not give us a mate that was born as a Beta or a Gamma? Or one that was being trained as a Luna? I just don’t understand,’ Xavier stated with a growl.

Gasps ripple through the crowd like a wave. For one fragile moment, hope blooms inside me. The Goddess chose them for me .And she chose me for them . Not trash. Not worthless. Chosen. Then Damian laughs. The sound is sharp, cruel, and it slices straight through my chest. “You? A low-level omega?” His lip curls in disgust. “The bond must be broken. There’s no way.” Lucian steps closer, eyes blazing with contempt. “Our mate is this Omega? Pathetic. I’d rather choose than accept .”