Euphrates River Omega Novels & Stories

He looked shocked. Lyne was walking on all fours and it felt painful at first but with each step, she took she began to feel powerful. "My name is Lyne and I am the Luna, daughter of Tara and Styx, Alpha of the only powerful Wolf clan. Partner to the King Zeidan. Leave this territory or we will surely do this the hard way." The Werecats were terrified of Wolves and their Alpha, the almighty Styx. This white powerful Wolf is his daughter. They scurried away and Zeidan looked at her eyes widened.

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

FLASHBACK - SEVERAL MONTHS AGO Although River belonged to the lowest rank of the pack, she still hung out with Damien, the son of the second-highest-ranked wolf in her Pack, Beta Smith. Their pair was a sacred one and an absolute abomination to the Pack. Low-ranked wolves like River were not to be seen with high-ranked wolves like Damien, the son of a Beta. Nobody was to be seen with the Omegas. In the Packs in the North, if you were to be seen with an Omega, you'd be branded as one - an Omega.

Once I got to her and I would touch her and she would tell me what her name was to know if I was doing the right thing. The first thing I went to is where Bella was, the next thing I should go to is Ethan, next to Ethan's left is Ceylon and from Ceylon I will go back to Ethan straight to Ethan's right is Khate, from Khate I will go back to Ethan, and from Ethan I'm going back to Bella. I'm going to Bella's left and that's an omega serving the packhouse. From that omega I go back to Bella and straight to another omega.

Caesar was not kind-hearted, but today, he had a rare moment of conscience. As he dialed the number, the Omega, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. Caesar could sense the wind carrying her scent. The Omega leaped towards him, and her fragrant jasmine scent almost overwhelmed Caesar. Her soft lips touched his cold military uniform, and her delicate, scarred fingers brushed against his intricate emblem.

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

"Perfect? I'm an omega, Echo, not some prize mare." Being an Omega had been the main sore in River’s life. She was a wolf who didn't have the mark. She was different. It was a lot. It was the source of her insecurities. It made her weak. She was Echo’s weak little sister no matter how strong her big sister tried to make her feel. Echo’s smile softened. "You may be an omega, but you have our mother's fire and our father's strength. And trust me, Gonzalo will see exactly that."

"The legends... they undersold you." Fragments of his childhood lessons flashed through our newly deepened bond, images of an ancient scroll depicting the rarest of wolves: an omega who could command alphas, a peacemaker who could paralyze armies with a single cry. The last recorded sighting had been at the Battle of Broken Stars, when one such wolf ended a centurylong war by freezing ten thousand midcharge. Lyra's spine arched unnaturally. Her bones cracked like falling timber as she grew taller, thinner, her fingers elongating into obsidian claws. When she spoke, her voice layered with Genevieve's familiar venom:

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.