Emerald Omega นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At their head stood the same brown-eyed omega girl who had been kind to me on my first day. "Release our true queen," she said in a voice that carried clearly through the stone chamber. "Now." "Impossible," Ravenclaw breathed. "How did you get past my guards?" "Your guards are sleeping," another servant called out. "We put something special in their evening meal." "Fools. You cannot fight trained soldiers with kitchen utensils." "Can we not?" The omega girl smiled, and there was steel in her gentle eyes. "We will see." "Kill them all," Ravenclaw ordered his remaining guards.

“You’ll need this. It holds dried herbs for energy, a charm for protection, and something else.” She turned toward the back of the house and whistled. A sound like paws padded against the wooden floor, and then, I heard the bark of a dog. “This is Jasmine,” Camellia said. “She’s not an ordinary dog. She was bred by the ancient watchers of the land. She knows the way. She’ll guide you and protect you.” Jasmine came closer and pressed her head gently against my thigh. I reached down to touch her, and a strange warmth ran up my hand and settled into my chest. It wasn’t frightening. It was... grounding.

I then shifted it from hand to hand, playing with the weapon. "I don't think you're understanding. You and I are mates. I might be an Omega, but it doesn't change the fact that you and I share a bond." He said placing his hand on my knee which made sparks emit from our contact. I moved my leg away from him as fast as possible. No omega touched me.

My eyes locked on her face, taking in every expression that crossed it. She bit her lip and nodded, rubbing her hand under her nose, she looked at me, rocking back and forth, “So, My birth mother was an Omega. She was wanted by men everywhere, and my father, he was willing to share, for a price. When she got pregnant with me, they didn’t want me. However,” she scoffs a laugh, “They waited until my wolf appeared when I was five. Just long enough for me to remember them, Omega’s don’t designate until they are about twelve, but my mom didn’t care. I wasn’t useful to them so they threw me away like yesterday's trash.” She pushed her hand through her hair before bringing her knee’s up and hugging

“Are you sure they’re not part of some conglomerate? Surely there has to be someone we can contact. There has to be someone who owns this thing.” I’m getting frustrated. Not because I don’t like the idea of Émeraude, but because of how elusive the owner or the person in charge is. I feel like I’m going crazy trying to find out who’s managing this whole thing. Benjamin and I are in my office, digging up all the information we can find about Émeraude. I’ve seen some of their stores, all with this signature deep green color. They have deep green boxes. Most of their jewelry are emeralds, which complements the name. They have a certain vintage aesthetic that people love. I’ve seen nothing but po

She gasped, her hands flying to her chest, and looked down to see a faint silver glow emanating from beneath her skin, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. "Helena," Elara breathed, her voice filled with awe and terror. "What's happening to me?" The healer's eyes were wide, her expression a mixture of shock and vindication. "Your bloodline is awakening," Helena whispered. "Moon Goddess above, I was right. You're not just an omega, Elara. You're a Moon Omega. One of the last of your kind." The glow intensified, spreading from Elara's chest down her arms and into her belly, where it pulsed brighter, stronger, as if the baby inside her was responding to the power, amplifying it. Elara felt a sur

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

Christopher turned on his heel and left, the heavy door slamming hard enough to rattle the crystal sconces. An Omega stepped forward, her knees trembling as she held out a velvet-lined box. The lid clicked open. Inside, three raw aquamarine stones hung from a heavy white-gold chain. The gems caught the grey morning light, shifting from cold blue to a predatory green. "Is it to your satisfaction, Alpha?" the girl whispered, her eyes glued to the floor. "Leave us," I commanded. The Omegas scrambled out like mice, their soft slippers scuffing the floor until the latch clicked. Quiet settled over the room, thick and suffocating.

Voiceprint confirmed. Heartbeat confirmed. The vault hissed open. Inside lay a woman made of glass and gold—a perfect neural imprint suspended in amber fluid. Her eyes opened. Gold. Not silver like Eva’s. Not brown like Demi’s. Omega’s. She smiled with lips that had never spoken, never breathed, never lived—until now. "Hello, lover," Omega whispered through the glass. "Did you miss me?" Behind Jeff, a twig snapped. He turned— —and came face-to-face with Eva, her silver-ringed eyes now streaked with gold.

Her gaze dropped as she said the last part. Somehow I knew that was coming. The whole thing about her being defective. “It doesn’t matter to me what you are, Emerald. You are mine. I want you to be mine; shouldn’t that be all that matters? I don’t care that you’re not omega, I am fine with you being a beta.” She shook her head. “Being defective, you know what that means, right? I—. You know the brand doesn’t come without reason, how can you even think to be with me knowing I might’ve…” she trailed off, but I knew what she had meant to say.