Beyond Omega Level Mutants Novels & Stories

Alaric stands at their center, power and purpose radiating from him as he outlines our defense strategy. "The mutants move in coordinated patterns," he explains, indicating documented attack formations. "They're being controlled somehow, directed with tactical precision." "By whom?" An Alpha from the western territories questions. "If Cassius escaped—" "Someone executes his plan," I interject, stepping forward with the research recovered from the temple. "These mutations were designed with command protocols. Signals that can direct them remotely." The Alphas study me with new interest—some with lingering suspicion, others with growing respect. Through our bond, Alaric's pride flows as I expl

she explained. I wasn’t scared of getting expelled. The second they try to, I will reveal the video of Damien beating me up and bringing the school to the ground but before that, I needed to know the headquarters for the mutants' existence and where they take each omega to. “Alright then. But if you cannot stand up to him, how can we do so?” I asked.

Impossible! Omega powers since the beginning of time have only ever been focused on werewolves. Some gifted omegas can also influence wild wolves but that is the extent of differentiation. Feeling a rat’s emotion, another species completely, it is not something that should even be possible. My body shakes in anticipation of finding out what else I can do with this body of mine. I sit still, close my eyes and reach out, there are hundreds of these vermin down here. I connect with them and send them waves of reassurance, urging them out of their hiding places. When I open my eyes, I nearly squeak with panic again. Hundreds. The entire floor is covered with twitching bodies of rats. They stand

Alpha Joe roared. “You already did!” I cried. The collar’s voltage spiked. And then—Alpha Joe ripped it free. He screamed, his hands scorched black, blood pouring from his palms. He dropped to the ground, unconscious. The ritual shattered. Elders backed away in horror. “She bears Omega frequency!” one shrieked. “Impossible!” Alpha Daniel staggered upright, pulling me into his arms, wrapping his coat around my shoulders. “She’s not a mutation,” he growled. “She’s evolution.”

Only the book remained on the floor, opened to a page about hybrid anomalies in werewolf DNA. She snatched it up, heart still racing. Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages, eyes skimming phrases: unauthorized experimentation, gene fusion, memory manipulation, omega blood mutations. Her blood. Her power. She wasn’t just a normal wolf. She never had been. --- Meanwhile, across town, Jaxon was pacing the War Room. “What do you mean a rogue was spotted near the East Side pack borders?” he barked at Leo, his Beta, who stood stone-faced and silent.

my eyes and drowse slowly, ever slowly. ******************* They weren't killed by me, I assure you. Please, end your conversation now. I did not. I didn't murder them."Nooooooooooo". I jerked up, drenched in perspiration. The nightmare that won't leave me alone.The day that I lost my closest friends, became an orphan, and was relegated to an omega. I got out of bed and headed to the packing house to tidy. I cleaned up afterward and made pancakes and coffee for brunch. I went out to get ready for school.Ah, why do I have to attend school? Not like I learned anything there, I thought to myself, other than to be bullied by other pupils."In order to not be a dumb, illiterate dunce." My wolf re

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

Riska, though clearly shocked, immediately activated her Master AI. "Master AI, scan the Mutant Alpha! Find a weakness!" The Master AI blinked yellow, hovering in the air, projecting a complex data hologram. << MUTANT ALPHA ANALYSIS (THE BEHEMOTH): OMEGA CLASSIFICATION BIOLOGICAL ENTITY. EXTREMELY HIGH PHYSICAL RESISTANCE. >> << WEAKNESS: HYPERSENSITIVE TO SPECIFIC HIGH-FREQUENCY SOUNDS (ULTRASONIC) AND FOREIGN ORGANIC CONTAMINATION (PARTICULARLY HIGH-ACID SUBSTANCES OR CONTENT TRIGGERS). >>

Both Tina and Mutungagore shook their heads in defeat. There was no talking sense to Harold. In his blind rage, he threw away all caution and rationality out of the window. He did not want to stop and think. All he wanted was action. Mutungagore and Tina unanimously agreed that they had to follow him. However, there was one tiny bit of a problem. They both did not know were he would start.Tina knew that his father needed the wolves for him to win the war. The rogues were essential to their victory of the war. She knew of his plan to infuse science to create mutations. Wolves are better fighters.They’re to an extent a key ingredient to the creation of strong and invincible mutants.

Lucas said to Biggy. Biggy threw a punch upon receiving Lucas’ order. Boom! A thundering sound was heard, and the Rank 1 Evolved Ones instantly died unsightly deaths. As Lucas had ordered, only one Rank 1 Evolved One was spared. Lyla was stupefied. She had heard of mutant zombies and their realms before. Levels 1 to 10 were ordinary zombies. From level Level 10 onward, they were mutant zombies. Mutant zombies were called Rank 1, Rank 2, and so on.