Dc Omniverse Novels & Stories

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

While Kiro was being made into a punching bag by Kolein. Dom was freaking scared by how dark the pheromones around Kolein was, a thing crossed his mind, DON'T MESS WITH AN ANGRY OMEGA IF YOU STILL WANT TO LIVE LONGER. That said, he just watched until everything was over because that was the best thing to do, since their boss was like a jellyfish in the ocean looking for his mate. And he was just driving the car without direction following any leads of RiVi's existence, and if that goes on, their master might lose sanity.

Anyway, it seemed like the goddamn grown child’s ego couldn’t take a ‘no’ and later he followed her scent all the way to her home being a tracker of his pack and all. Serena had just entered the house a couple of minutes ago and soon after the doorbell rang, she thought she had been dumb as she had opened the door prior to checking who it was, after all it was their pack territory what could happen and she could swear upon her life that she still regretted that one idiotic thing she did. She had obviously told him to go away and was going to shut the door on his face but the guy turned out to be way faster and way stronger than her as she realized soon. He came in babbling something about ho

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Domica didn’t wear a sash. She wore power. And Dominique… was remembering that now. She emerged from the water glowing, the remnants of perfume and rose-scented pretense wiped clean from her skin. Wrapped in a silk robe, she crossed to her desk and powered on her custom-built laptop. A black screen blinked once, then flooded with code and interface panels. She logged into her encrypted subnetwork. A familiar fox mask avatar blinked in the corner: Domica_Alpha. The subscriber list pinged open.