Delta Omegaverse Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"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.

Dominic said as watched me closely. “What?” I asked. “You fought like you knew what she going to do before she did it, it was like you were toying with her.” Dominic replied. “Trust me, it did not feel that way at all. It felt like I was fighting for my life.” I replied with a shake of my head. Dominic smiled. “None of her blows touched you, Sage. She threw three thousand blows and one thousand kicks.” I was stunned by what he said. I evaded four thousand strikes. “And now you have become the first Omega to defeat a Beta.” Dominic added.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

“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.”

At this point, it felt like I was obsessed and I had no control whatsoever over myself. I closed my eyes to rest and calm down when a call came in. I brought out my phone from my pocket. Call: Orion – one of my best warriors. I answered. “Lucien,” Orion said fast. “We have a situation.” My whole body tensed. “What kind?” “We picked up a trail... Pheromone-heavy...Fresh.” “Where?” “Near the girl...the Omega. It's the rogues. They’re hunting her...tracing her scent towards the hospital where her teammate took her to.”

Zeph’s stomach twisted further. With her arms crossed, Camille grinned as she watched Ryker come closer. "This is your lesson for attempting to get him back," she purred, cocking her head. Her voice dripping with hatred, she drew closer. "You will always be the cursed omega, regardless of how much power you have." You are so very wrong, Camille. Zeph wanted to respond, but the gag muffled everything. “Save whatever you want to say. You will need it soon enough.”

And Donovan chuckled. "Probably a goat with pretty flowers as horns..." he shrugged. "Who knows?" he laughed. "Let him be..." I said, raising a hand. And they both kept quiet. The boy continued and kept on drawing, as his mouth now moved alongside his hands. "The Omega mark is a paradox..." he started, with his face stern. "A unique symbol that spreads both joy and darkness..." he explained, with his hands flying in an arc. "Like I said before, there exists a duality..." he chimed. "Because the moon as a crescent or as a whole isn't meant to be dark..." he mentioned, stressing the last word. "Yet their mark possesses one that is..." he cited.

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

One of the Gammas muttered, seeing a bunch of strange-looking Omegas. Callum narrowed his eyes. He noticed something unusual about the group of Omegas walking towards him. Callum's men are in ready mode. They can feel the negative energy around them. As they focused on the strangeness of Omega walking towards them. Suddenly, the corpse lying on the ground came back to life and stood behind Callum and his followers. "Alpha Callum," called one of his men. Callum turned around, "What the hell?"