Beyond Omega Level Mutants Novels & Stories

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

"It's about ego. All of it. The executions. The breeding programs. The wars. One ancient wolf couldn't stand not being special." "Yes." Sable met my eyes. "And you're the first Moon-Wolf in generations strong enough to challenge him. A fully realized multi-bond with three alphas. A white wolf who's survived execution and poison and war. You're everything he's afraid of." Kellan's strategic mind was already working. "If the nullifying wolves share his genetics, they're not just immune to omega auras. They're vulnerable to the same things he is. We can exploit that."

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

“Okay, but I’ve never seen an omega with venom like that. It must be the type of wolf species she is. Nothing in here matches the information I could find from our sample.” “So you’re saying my girlfriend’s a mutant wolf?” Rex chuckled, but there was nothing funny about this. “No, Maverick. She’s a different species. Like a white wolf.” “She’s a white omega. Those are rare, right?” Rex nodded. “A pure white wolf is rare. So who is she?” “O— You don’t need to know that.” “After all I’ve done for you! You can’t trust me enough to tell me who you’re going out with?” Rex growled.

"I don't care if you have to burn the entire server farm—don't let them have his pack!" The bone-white towers began to open. Not doors. Fissures. The Apostles descended—three silhouettes made of shifting smoke and vitrified bone. They glided, their presence compressing the air until the quartz pillars in the hall began to weep liquid gold. They were the original Alphas. The ones who had decided five centuries ago that an Omega was just a battery. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE CONDUIT] [STATUS: GOLDEN MUTATION 95%]

His eyes were bloodshot eyes, and he looked as if he had lost his rationale. He charged right toward Harvey, and the simple move was enough to shake the entire earth. This was a Giant—a type of Mutant from America. Harvey watched him curiously; changing one’s muscles through genetic science resembled divine power. Genetic science was a little stronger than what Harvey initially thought. Even so, he had no intention of taking action; all he did was show a little interest. Romina’s expression changed, and she waved her hand; she and a dozen sacrificial soldiers behind her raised their firearms at the same time before pulling the trigger.

Margaret rolled her eyes and then refocused her attention on the group of men, in which she noticed a few of them looking at her. Soon, a young, thirsty mutant who had been checking her out from afar approached her, intending to have fun with her. But Margaret, being ever smart and calculating, seized the man's lust and lack of control to her advantage. She got him to tell him things she never believed existed. Things like werewolves are real but extremely hard to find. And that the mutants were semi-werewolves who'd turn themselves by injecting an alpha's blood into their veins. “Who is the alpha?” Margaret had asked. “I don't know.” He'd replied with a belch.

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

“Gale, what happened?!” “Shit! There is a small group of people who tried to release the head council, I gotta go!” The sudden disconnection left him unsettled. He quickly ordered two of his Beta members to guard the cabin while he investigated the situation below. Transforming into his wolf form, he witnessed Soma and Gale battling a group of berserkers. These hybrids had augmented strength from a chemical injection, attempting to save the head council while eliminating witnesses. Fortunately, they had anticipated this assault. Gale and Dimitri foresaw that the opposing forces still had some reserves and would strike during the executions. Despite the berserkers' formidable nature, they wer