Euphrates River Omega Novels & Stories

Ethan looked at her and replied, "Pure blood omegas are rare. They had the purest white wolf and eyes the color of the ocean. They are known as the omegas, and the moon goddess bestows her blessings upon them. In spite of the fact that they are omegas, they possess the power of an alpha female. Their hearts are spotless, identical to the purity of their blood. But the blessings come with conditions. They can only mate with their fated mates; if not, they would lose their lives." Allison was stunned upon hearing the details. Ethan did not stop and continued.

Much bigger than the base they were standing in. Daniel blinked. “Wait… that thing is under us?” Victor nodded. “Yes.” Elizabeth looked at Lewis. “You didn’t know about this?” Lewis shook his head. “No.” Sophia crossed her arms. “My father told me Omega was the final defense.” Emma looked confused. “Defense for what?” Sophia pointed at the approaching Leviathan carrier on the radar. “For enemies like that.” Victor continued reading the system file. “The Omega structure is a deep-sea weapon platform.” Daniel laughed in disbelief.

I have finally found my mate, if Duke’s repeat of the word mate in my head, is anything to go on. I get ready to move to her when suddenly I realize exactly who she is. It’s Beta Dimitri’s daughter, who’s name I cannot remember. I’m not sure I ever really knew it, as she is an Omega. I watch as her eyes widen when she realizes who I am. My eyes harden with the realization that she is indeed an Omega. There is no way I can accept an Omega as a mate. Omegas are the weakest of our kind. They are not meant to be Luna’s. They are never trained for it, and do not have the knowledge or experience for such things. I cannot believe the Moon Goddess would make this kind of mistake.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

“There’s no way you’re telling me that King Rion died yet his young daughter was able to survive and escape.” Raina fixed Ezra with a glare. “Oh it’s very possible.” He looked at my mate, amusement shining in his eyes and a condescending smile on his face. “And how would you know? From what I heard a little while ago you’re just a wolfless omega who managed to grab the attention of our Head Alpha.” She smiled, though it lacked any warmth. “Do I look like a wolfless omega to you?” He studied Raina. “I feel you have a wolf but your aura is low. Feels like omega to me.”

“But maybe he finds her…beautiful.” I cannot forget how she looked in my bed during that night. Every inch of her body, every sides of her–I have explored it all and I wished I could stay that way. Her lilac eyes… ohh the tears that was on the corner of those beautiful gazes… one could never imagine who many days she spent in my head, living rent-free. “Beautiful?” My mother scoffed. “There’s no such thing as a beautiful omega. They’re good for menial work, not for companionship—let alone for bearing children of rank.” Her voice dripped with disdain as she thought about the omegas serving within the manor.

Alpha Lowell pov Submerged in a sea of fury, I felt the sting of fresh wounds in my chest, each breath a laborious task. Power was all I craved—was it such an outrageous desire? Was I not deemed worthy? If the goddess would not grant me the mantle of moon guardian, then I would seize it by any means necessary, even if it meant embracing the flames. After all, my rise to Alpha was no stroke of luck; I was always destined for greatness, deserving of all that is good. I demand subservience, the world at my feet. Yet, as the morning sunlight kissed my face, lying in my bed of opulence, I knew that satisfaction was a sign of weakness.

And my eyes widened as I remembered the path I had followed chasing Myra down to her mother's home. A sign had stood broken at the behest of it's entrance, with picket fences blackened by moist and dampness. And the sign had read: "Welcome to the Lowlands" "Matters were made worse when the elders realized that the Omegas were said to be stronger than other wolves of the pack..." the boy continued, with his voice steady. "As they were said to be direct descendants of the Moon goddess...made by her own hands, and sculpted in her own image..." he explained. "As she held the mark herself as well..."

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

“There is a prophecy, Eli.” My stomach dropped. “…A prophecy?” I heard my own voice sound thin, as if caught in a wind tunnel. Her eyes met mine... serious now, the softness of the moonlight replaced by a steely resolve. “Of a being who will rise beyond the hierarchy of wolves.” My breath hitched. “A Pure Omega,” she continued, “one whose blood is the purest of all… a blood that carries a new breed of heirs that will surpass even that of Alphas.”