Emerald Omega Novels & Stories

The gemstones, carefully designed into exquisite cuts and shapes, glimmered like captured fragments of nature's most vibrant hues. At the center of the necklace, a large emerald pendant adorned with intricate engravings caught her attention. The stone, shaped like a big wolfberry, possessed a mesmerizing depth that seemed to draw in the surrounding light. Its rich green hues, ranging from the vibrant shades of new growth to the deep tones of ancient forests, held within them the promise of growth, renewal, and the enduring strength of love.

Took a slow breath. The emerald flared. Soft green light spilled between her fingers, bright enough to paint shadows on the walls. Magic hummed in the air—sharp, and cold, like winter wind. The omega whimpered. “That’s… that’s what she used. The red-haired woman. She touched it. Said it would hide everything.” Isabella’s eyes widened. She lifted the necklace higher. The glow pulsed once. Twice. Tiny threads of violet light snaked out from the stone, thin as spider silk. They twisted, reached toward the omega, then faded.

“Give me a moment. I have to lock up. I don’t remember the last time someone came in here cursed. These are sensitive topics.” Hera went around her shop, shutting windows and locking the front door. She ushered us through the beaded curtain into a smaller room with a square table. “I can tell by your aura that you’ve had certain difficulties which have come from the curse.” Emmie leaned back and sighed heavily. “Years of taunting and a small wolf. I’d say I’ve had some difficulties.” Hera gasped loudly, her eyes rounding and her mouth widening. “You’re an omega! Yes, I could feel that when you walked in.”

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

Liam can't find the right words, but I somehow understand how he feels right now. “If you may, m-ma'am Carina.” I start. She seems to remember that I'm there because she looks at me with a surprised look. Guess, she's getting too emotional. “You may have heard that your son has found his mate... but you probably haven't heard that I was previously an omega.” I say, smiling bitterly. If I felt ashamed that I was an omega before, somehow, I feel a sense of pride now. How could I have let myself to be so down over the fact that I was an omega? Sure, living life as one was hard, but I found strength in being one.

"I met Emerald when I was at my mom's old pack. I was just a kid then. She was not exactly a pack member back then but her father and her half-sister were," Zeus told me while walking. "She was the product of a one-night stand if you can call it that. Their mother, an omega from another pack decided to raise her and sometimes, she would visit her father and stay in the pack for a few weeks, but later on, Emerald stopped coming over and stayed with her mom's pack for good," he said.

He confusedly flipped the pages, until his eyes landed on the accounts at the end of the file, under the names of all Omegas were written prices and they were marked with stamps of two different colors, red and green, out of which most of them were marked green. He froze in his spot, while his hands started to tremble at the sudden, terrible revelation. It all came crashing down on Elio, as his heart clenched in pure disgust and anger, this was way more twisted than he had ever imagined it to be. The central governing pack Cypress, was trading Omegas.

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.

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.

He said, his eyes piercing through every fibre of my heart. “Can you just let me go,” I said, struggling to pull my hand from the tight grip of his warriors. Every atom of his stare pierced primal deep inside of me, making me more restless as though contemplating my obligation or returning to the horror I had escaped. “Anything you are cultivating in that skull of yours won't help you in any way,” he said finally. “Just play cool and see what lies ahead. His words felt more suffocating, pressing against my chest. I balled my fists and swallowed the lump in my throat. You're not correct. I am merely an omega. a partner who was turned down. I am not connected to….