Beyond Omega Level Mutants นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Epsilon tier denotes the levels from 80 to 95 after level 95 it is known as Omega phase or King phase. The beasts in Omega phase get called as legendary beasts, the ultimate form of dragons, Griffins and other kinds of legends you might have heard. These legendary beast genes awakened in the beasts when they became mutated. Leaf dragons are one such example. But the leaf dragons which I met in the sanctuary were just tier Alpha and were used for breeding beasts for taming. The upper tier beasts are much scarier and terrifying than that which we saw on the sanctuary. It surprised me that Oreo had a myth grade skill.

Even Touya doesn't know that I'm an omega. He shook me back and forth, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What happened?" I stared at his face until it distorted into a blur and when I blinked, I felt the warm liquid trickling down me cheek, "I'm an omega." I said. Touya's POV "What? No you're not, you told me yourself, you said you were an alpha." I said, trying to snap him back to his senses. "B-back then, you really didn't like omegas so there was no way I could tell you that I was one." he sobbed, "I just didn't want you to hate me."

Xiao node, their battle experience was too much, can't imagine how long the mutant come to this frozen world, if the cultivation world gets war with the creature early, can they face it? Should I rearrange everything in a soft or hard way? Forget it, if they want to be at the bottom of the food chain, so be it. Lola runs to the left route use Stealth mode, show up and disappear, this skill makes strategy accomplish 100%, follows with many mutant levels 2 until she meets Xiao, ambush location, while the old man a bit struggle, because his level still Mortal stage 1. System! State panel mutant. Tink! Name : Mutant

* I demanded, but Nala simply closed her eyes, refusing to say more, leaving me entirely in the dark. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my temples. I was an Omega. Omegas didn't have hidden magic. We didn't have secret sparks. We were the lowest tier of the supernatural hierarchy, meant to serve, to heal slightly faster than humans, and to bear children for stronger wolves. The only magic in our world belonged to the ancient Lycan bloodlines, like Silas's, or the rare, reclusive witch covens that lived in the deep marshes. Whatever this humming was, it had to be a delusion brought on by the stress of the impending trial.

"Spreading rumors. Telling them you're unstable. Dangerous. That you had a complete breakdown yesterday." Someone had seen Maya break down my bathroom door, seen Xavier carrying me to my room and Selene had turned it into a weapon. "How bad?" I asked. "Bad enough that three allied packs are reconsidering their support." Soren's jaw clenched. "They're saying an unstable omega can't lead. That you're a liability." The training yard tilted. I grabbed the fence to steady myself. "So it's over before it even starts." "No." Xavier's hand closed over mine on the fence. "It's not over. They want proof you're stable? We'll give them proof."

That part of me that wanted to prove that I was very much worth it, was striving to be dominant. Alpha Vincent had just given me a challenge, one that I knew would transform my life. I was Rylee Shaw, the exiled omega whose life had fallen apart. I was willing to get my life back. I was willing to win. Most importantly, I was willing to develop wings and spread them.

"Sadly, it is safe to assume that lives were lost in the production of these metal bars." "But what about me?" I asked. "Why can't we break through them." "Because, the wolfbane makes them resistant to a werewolf's attack,"he replied. "Just as you have realised." "There should be a limit, right?" "There is," he nodded. "But you might be dead before it hits it. You are not only exposed to it, but you've been hammering it for a while now, but you'll slowly grow weak from rhe exposure. I would suggest you stop for a little while. For your own safety."

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

But we are too far and this neighbouring pack’s hospital is the nearest one to Light Paw. Helios offers to seek for blood donation from Alphas of other packs. Then suddenly, as if the doctor thought of something, he turns to me. “There is another way to slow down the spread of the poison while we wait for trueblood to arrive.” He pauses and narrows his eyes as he looks at me. “We need a female omega.” He steps up to me and cocks his head. “You’re an omega, aren’t you?” My breath gets caught in my throat but I manage a nod.

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."