Dekubaku Omegaverse Novels & Stories

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

I step forward off the crate, my boots hitting the gritty floor with a firm, deliberate thud that demands their absolute attention. "You brought us down here into this freezing basement at midnight, Roda, so tell us straight how you expect a bunch of powerless omegas to fight back against the most powerful council in werewolf history," a sophomore omega named Maya asks, her voice shaking violently as she clutches a torn textbook against her chest.

Raven asked. "She's Jessica, and I'm Marie. We're both omegas," Jessica, the auburn-haired woman, said. Omegas are treated badly in some packs because they are naturally born weak and some couldn't even transform. While some packs considered them useless due to their inability to participate in battles, Raven's pack welcomes them with open arms. Raven had a small number of Omegas in his pack, all of whom were employed in the pack's hospital. "So, Jessica and Marie, what pack are you associated with? I want to know which pack I'm going to be enemies with," Raven said. Jessica and Marie exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Raven.

Kira’s howl rose through him and he let it come, let it fill the space behind his ribs, let it take everything the grief had opened up and turn it into something that moved in one direction only. “You don’t know what I am.” His voice came out fractured and enormous simultaneously, filling the temple without rising to a shout. “I am an Omega. The last of the most powerful bloodline this world has ever produced.” The white returned to his eyes and kept going, silver light bleeding through the cracks in the floor around his feet. “And what I give you tonight will follow your souls past death.” He raised his foot and brought it down. The floor split open in every direction from the point of impa

He was what Leo would have become if he had never met Meilin in the rain—a man who saw humans as variables and love as a biological glitch. "She’s dying, you know," the Omega said, leaping from the pillar and landing silently in the mud. He walked toward Leo, his green eyes scanning the flower with clinical indifference. "The Vance-Core can't survive in a vessel this small. Without the 'Symmetry' of a throne, she will evaporate into the atmosphere. Give her to me. I have the Omega-Ark. I can stabilize her. I can make her an Eternal." "You'd make her a statue," Leo growled, standing up and placing himself between the Omega and the flower. "You'd lock her in a gold cage and call it a 'Preserva

The walls, the marble floors, the torches, they all dissolved into a void of silver brilliance, and I found myself standing alone, a single figure in the heart of eternity. The Moon spoke. Its voice was not a sound I could hear but a force I could feel, vibrating in my chest, brushing the edges of my consciousness, whispering truths that had been buried for millennia. Omegas were never lesser, it said. They were the balance. Kings erased it. The world feared it. And in their fear, they hunted what they could not understand.

With Leo around, nobody wanted to come near Rolph but Rolph didn't notice until it was almost too late. Then there were the novels. Stories about werewolves mating. Stories about Alphas and Omegas. Fantasies called Omegaverse. Where the characters are humans but with wolves attribute. Leo was crazy about such books and made him read them. Before he knew it, he was becoming Leo's bitch and Leo was even calling him "My Omega." He wouldn't have minded but something was wrong. They didn't feel right.

I ask curiously. “Many paranormal beings have Omegas. Created by the gods, to be dicked and knotted by the strongest male in the clan.” Viki is so sarcastic the corners of my mouth twitch up.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

said the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “N-No! Kill me first before you get Leah from me!” Amoux shouted then tried to stand up but he just fell down. My heart is pounding because of what is happening now. Are these really Alphas? Why do they want me to be Luna? I'm just an omega so why are they competing with me? And Amoux, I have to heal him no matter what. "Let's take them to where we should hide them, leaving no trace because I know that Lycan Hector will find his heir," Rozen punched Amoux so he lost consciousness.