Beyond Omega Level Mutants Novels & Stories

I always went over to cuddle with him when I had this dream, and realizing that I couldn't do that for the next few months till he was out for the break made the tiny house we shared even emptier. I sighed and sat back on the bed. Valerian was my twin, yet we couldn't be more different. We had the same blonde hair, but that was about it. He had an alpha potential, which is a sacred way of knowing which wolves would grow up to be guardians of the pack. I, on the other hand, was an almost wolfless omega.

His dreamweaver power was unique—it wasn't something he could level up through zombie or mutant cores since he had been born with it naturally, leaving his base stats entirely reliant on his own human limits. Julian, Rachel, and Joanna each grabbed a hefty pile of 200 level-one zombie cores, the sheer volume of energy needed to push them over the threshold to level three. Briggs, Jake, and Jolie took 100 level-one cores each to fuel their breakthrough to level two. Joanna then distributed the potent level-two mutant dog cores evenly among the group to maximize their stat gains, and for the next two hours, everyone pushed their bodies to the absolute limit. The living room fell into a deep, v

The city blurred past Christopher's window in streaks of white and gold. Rain had begun falling again by the time his town car left the underground entrance of Ashford International, windshield wipers moving steadily across the glass, slicing through the heavy downpour as traffic crawled beneath the glittering towers of downtown. Christopher sat in the back seat with one hand resting heavily against the leather armrest, his other hand gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The same search results had been open for nearly twenty minutes: Can an Alpha become an Omega after secondary differentiation? He scrolled through the screen, his silver-grey eyes narrowing at the glowing

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."

* 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.

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."