Gwen Omniverse Novels & Stories

“Someone is dead because of you?” “No! I—” My words stumbled over each other. “I didn’t… I mean, I didn’t know! I wasn’t trying to—” “Enough,” he snapped, silencing me. “Who is the omega caretaker? He faced Slav, “Omega Gwen sir.” “Guards! Get Omega Gwen for me. Now!” It was quite easy for him to tell I'm an Omega because of the uniform I'm wearing, and Gwen was the leader of all the Omegas, and each task we performed was based on her instructions.

She growled in her distorted voice. "Well that is because I aksed you to and its basic etiquette." Gwen looked at her innocently. "Who are you?" She spoke coldly as she scanned Gwen's face intensely. "I'm Gwen, an omega wolf." She chirped with a bright smile in her face. "Well, my question. Why are you here? What is your king playing that he had to send his front line soldier here. But that's not all because I really need to commend your skills! You fit in perfectly and hid the Oracle well." Gwen rambled, and her emotions changed along with her questions.

His words were a promise, a declaration of unwavering faith in his daughter's abilities. From inside the carriage, Alruna smiled subtly, a quiet pride warming her heart. She felt a surge of gratitude, not just for Curtis's unwavering support of Kara, but also for the unexpected camaraderie shown by his companions. Their enthusiastic encouragement of Kara, a young omega with extraordinary ambitions, was a testament to their loyalty and respect. The scene was a small, quiet victory against the prejudice and limitations often imposed upon omegas. The unspoken understanding between them, a silent pact of support and acceptance, was a powerful thing.

Eloise Uriel Cromwell’s POV My mind couldn’t wash away the feelings of that stranger’s lips bore into mine. I did not know that life can be really that rewarding. I’ve had the chance to spend my night in a man’s bed. Who knows how to make me happy? Suddenly, all the work here is worth the restlessness. I live under the same roof as Master Giovanni, the beta of the Silver Fangs pack. With that in mind, I have been enslaved to his daughter, Hannah, who did nothing but make my life miserable.

Thankfully Xolvion could use his transmutation ability to create his meaning he never had to carry anything he didn't have to. The four of them set up camp, with Owen and Gwen putting up separate tents while Xolvion only placed one up large enough for him and Crystal before he built a fire. Gwen couldn't help go a little red as she realized that they would be sharing a tent, trying not to let rude thoughts of what they could be doing run through her mind. "Gwen can you stop thinking rude things for once," Owen said as he crossed his arms, knowing his friend too well. Gwen went even redder in the face as Owen called her out for it.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

Irene jerked her thumb behind her and said, "And they are here." When I looked there I saw a woman in a black gown and a man in a black tuxedo. They were both wearing masks and since I was used to seeing Eros in business attire in his stance, I knew him well. The only thing that hurts me is because he didn't seem to notice me when he and Marthana came in front of us. Maybe because I am unscented now. Irene spoke, "Guys, I introduce to you Eros Hildarttre the owner of the Hildart group and Marthana Wren the owner of the Wren corporation..." I no longer pay attention to Irene's guestures because my eyes are already glued to Eros. Irene spoke again, "And you guys Eros, Marthana. This is Drake D

When her eyes had gotten accustomed to the change in lighting she looked around her to see people milling about. Turning back to look at the house she had just come out from she found out it looked vintage and had been done in all wood. Turning her gaze back to the people walking in different directions she noted the type of clothing they all seemed to be wearing. A white gown with embroidery of some sort at the chest area and at the back of the gown she could see two hands clasped together as a blue aura if some sort surrounded it. Instantly Delillah knew where she was. The Healer pack was a legendary pack in the wolf world as much of its population was mostly comprised of healers.

Rowan's POV The warm air of the study filled the air, the soft flickering lamp illuminated the room as the soft flipping sound of papers disturbed the silence. My eyes scanned the scroll thoroughly, unable to really grasp what it meant. “A moon born Omega?” I raised an eyebrow. It said here about an old legend of the Moon born Omega, born once every thousand years, believed to be capable of a lot more than being just blessed by the mood goddess. This was new, and really interesting.

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…