Dark Omegaverse Novels & Stories

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

My hands, still trembling from the encounter in the garden, clutched at the hem of my borrowed dress. Then, the door rattled open, scraping against the floorboards. Three figures filled the doorway, their massive frames casting long, distorted shadows into the room. They weren't smiling. Not even the omega, who seemed to be their reluctant accomplice, offered a hint of welcome. One of the rogues, the one who’d pawed at me in the woods, the one who’d seen my face, stepped forward. His eyes, dark and predatory, pierced right through me. The other rogue, a brute I didn't recognize, stood slightly behind him, his arms crossed over a scarred chest. The omega shuffled nervously to the side, avoidi

The man in a suit who follows behind her—Lord Damon, the king of the underworld outside, but her possessive slave in private! She had once saved the young Damon from the brink of death, and he had offered her his heart, soul, and body to the older woman in return. He had sworn to protect her, so he made sure to take over and control the dark side of the world and that is how he became the king of the underworld who terrifies the world, makes people kneel in respect and anyone who touches his person sheds blood! But the underworld king who terrifies the world could be seen kneeling in front of a soft and weak older woman with her leg on his chest as he bowed while removing her heels gently.

And there, in the center of darkness, sector Omega rose. It wasn't a bunker like the others. It was a monument of horror. A gigantic, deep black complex of nested, windowless monoliths, as the ribs of an ending giant project into the purple sky. The Walls consisted of the same indestructible carbonium alloy as Theta, but they were not clean. The entire surface of Omega was of a vibrant carpet made of black polymer blends. It looked like the fortress of the Consortiums are pumped by a huge, biomechanical heart. Huge

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

“The pack I came from never wanted me. I was nothing more than a cursed omega to them. The mate I thought I had was killed, and I was blamed for his death.” A few elders exchanged glances. “But it wasn’t enough for them to strip me of my place. No.” Her voice was razor-sharp. “They tormented me. They took everything I had. And yet, you think I am the problem?” Her eyes moved to Terran. “And as if that wasn’t enough,” she added, "Karex's father wanted to use that information to control me." Terran's jaw clenched tightly.

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

Dante sat across from me at the large oak table with his sleeves rolled up, looking focused and handsome as always. He unrolled another scroll carefully and pointed to a faded passage. “Look at this, Rowan. It speaks of the sealed God of Dominion, an Omega deity from the old world. The ancient kings feared him so much that they bound his power deep underground. They believed that if he ever woke fully, it would mean the end of the world as they knew it.” I leaned closer and read the elegant but faded script. “Why were they so scared of him? Was he evil?”

"It means you and Dominic are now connected to every descendant of the original bloodlines." Dominic frowned. "Every Alpha and Omega?" "Every one who carries the old blood." Rei stared at her. "That's thousands of people." "More." The cavern became silent. Elara looked toward the ceiling. "Blackthorn's system was only one layer." Rei's stomach dropped. "There's another." "Yes." "Where?" "Everywhere." The word echoed through the chamber. Dominic looked at Marcus. "How many organizations are involved?" Marcus hesitated. "Three that we know of."