Dark Omegaverse Novels & Stories

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

Zilahna sure noticed my confusion. “When Salome’s spirit entered yours and manifested as your wolf, you became a bound omega. As result, the scent of the goddess was masked inside of you. However, now that you’ve unbounded, it’s going to be dangerous for you to return home without anything to prevent the Dark Force in your trail.” My body shook at her explanation. The fuck? Now I don’t have to worry about Lucas alone anymore, I have to fucking worry about a dude named The Dark Force??????!!!!!!

“Who would want to trust a person that could destroy you with unimaginable ease?” The way he says that makes my gut clench. I had forgotten that Raven is not just Miyamura’s father— but, he’s an omega too. An omega who grew up in the era right after the Dark Ages. An omega who was lucky to exist right after slavery was abolished. An omega born in a time when most aspects of omega rights were still vague concepts. “I won’t interfere in your relationship anymore, but as Miyamura’s father, let me give you my thanks”. He clasps his hands on his thighs and bows his head. “Thank you for giving my son a chance, Sorahiko”.

“Give her space.” I knew what he meant my aura was crushing the room. I forced myself to step back, pacing restlessly, running my hand through my hair. “She’s weak,” the doctor said, her voice shaking. She managed to speak despite my overbearing presence.“The pups have drained too much from her.” My head snapped to her. “What does that mean?” “She might be from a rare bloodline,” the doctor said carefully, her eyes down not daring to meet my red eyes. “But she is still an omega carrying Lycan children. Her body… can’t take it, her healing ability has stopped…”

Which was difficult since he was prone to anger, even going into a blind rage when someone did or said something that he didn’t agree with. His wolf, Hunter, was the same way. ‘Xavier, you think the Moon Goddess, Serena, did this to teach us how to be more gentle? To be more gentle and understanding?’ Hunter asked with a huff. Xavier rolled his eyes a bit. ‘Doubt it but possibly. Regardless, I’m still not happy. Like, seriously? Why did she give us an Omega? A blind and fearful one at this. Why not give us a mate that was born as a Beta or a Gamma? Or one that was being trained as a Luna? I just don’t understand,’ Xavier stated with a growl.

“Planned. All of it.” I reached out and turned the page myself. My fingers left bloody prints on the screen. There was a whole section about Omegas. Rare Omegas. Ones born every few hundred years with power that can break curses or make entire packs unstoppable. My name was not on the page yet, but there was a blank line waiting. And under it, in my father’s handwriting: Raven Blackthorne – last chance or final weapon. I stepped back as if the screen burned me. Ethan grabbed my hand, his palm was warm. “Baby, look at me.”

“Maya understands the both of you better than you both do. I’ve always taken an interest in that boy. But he wasn’t a good match for Dante alone. He knows and understands his place. Maya is the buffer in your relationship. If he wasn’t there, and my airhead of a son really wanted to chase you… let’s just say that’s not something you want to experience. “Taiga, you might be at the top of the food chain, even higher than my son, but an Enigma is a lost cause.” Taiga’s face twisted in confusion. Phoebe sighed, shaking her head. “Let me explain better.” She gestured toward a bench nearby. Reluctantly, Taiga followed, and the two of them sat. “The system is weird,” Phoebe began. “An Omega sits at

This is too vast to comprehend, too much for me to bear. She made another attempt, focusing on a single thread of darkness. She nudged it, pulling it closer. It fought back, like a wild, untamed animal, but then slowly, reluctantly, it obeyed. It wrapped around her arm like a living, cold serpent. The broken crescent mark on her skin burned intensely, a flash of silver light in the deepening gloom. The whispers grew clearer, making more sense, demanding her attention. “The true omega doesn't run from the dark. The true omega leads. The true omega has a purpose."

Selene had built an empire. She had become a ruler. She had forged alliances, strengthened warriors, expanded beyond the shadows of her past. And now? She was ready to return. Not as their broken Omega. Not as their forgotten servant. She was coming back to take everything they had stolen from her. But she wasn’t going alone. She had Darius—her Alpha, her equal, her unwavering pillar in the storm she was about to step into. And together? They were about to remind the Bloodmoon Pack exactly what they had created.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.