Harry Potter Omega Level Mutant Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Omega loved Abigail, you could call her his inspiration. Abigail’s smile only widened, "let see" she replied moving closer to me, placing a hand on the counter before me, ‘can I have a strand of your hair omega?’ She asked through the mind link. I couldn't stop Omega from answering, ‘of course you may.’ He hummed gaily, sounding all loopy in my mind. He was in a cheerful mood. Nothing could get him down. I gritted my teeth cursing at him lowly before giving Abigail a strand of my hair.

These are the lingering thoughts on the omega's mind. She looked down at the plate in front of her filled with a variety of foods before gulping hard. There’s a lot of food on her plate, and she knows that she can’t finish it all. It’s not that she is not hungry or what, but she can’t properly eat in her current situation. That is why when Havoc entered the room again, she deeply breathed to speak her mind. "I-I am giving one of my l-legs to A-alpha," the omega mumbled while lending her leg to the pureblood.

She made Hel a goddess and blessed her with the power to create monsters that would prey on their kind. Perfect revenge, isn't it? You can call Hel a villain all you want, but I can never hate her. It's better that those Groyals kill that damn Omega as soon as possible. Every time I think about how she went to Carlo's room to spill the beans about my magic, my fury ignites. She's just an Omega, a werewolf with no power and low status, but how come she can see my magic? I swear, I'll kill her. *****

The bird flapped, then soared into the sky. I stumbled back, my chest tight. “What… what just happened?” My voice shook. Karen’s eyes narrowed slightly. She stepped closer, her presence steady, protective. “Only powerful wolves can heal like that,” she said gently. “And you, child… you are supposed to be an Omega.” Her calm tone steadied me, but her words pierced. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. My hands trembled as I stared at them. “If only strong wolves can do that, then what am I?”

He looked like he was still trying to fight Nolan for something that he hadn’t even lost in the first place. I hadn’t slept either. I’d stayed where I’d sat, my back against the wall beside his bed, knees pulled up, trying to figure out how either of us could pull through this. The whispers were already circulating before dawn, and they didn’t bother hiding them. The King lost control, did you see? He almost killed his Gamma! Only the omega could calm him. She’s dangerous. She’s cursed. She’s stronger than he is.

That sound did things to me I didn’t know how to name. “…Can’t believe Alpha actually married her,” a voice slurred behind me. One of the young wolves, new to my circle. Choi, or maybe Park. Didn’t matter. “The Omega he hates the most.” I didn’t turn around. Not yet. That would be too easy. There was a pause—a rustle of glass on wood, the lazy shuffle of boots on expensive carpet. Then the other one, voice thick with lust and cruel curiosity: “But she’s so fucking beautiful. You should see her when she’s not crying, Min. All that soft skin—those lips. Like a doll. Or a saint you want to destroy.”

Autumn’s POV I wanted to speak to the King, but the warriors wouldn’t allow it. “You’re just an omega,” they sneered. “The King doesn’t entertain despicable creatures like you.” But I didn’t care about their words. I needed to see him. I had to. For Hannah. For her future. If she became a slave, her life would be over before it even began. I refused to let that happen. My parents had wanted us to be educated, to live with dignity. I wouldn’t let their dreams die along with them.

Instead of stopping, I licked it away and kissed him again. He groaned. He gripped my waist but let me push him back until he hit his mahogany desk. I pulled away just enough to breathe. “You want to own the ruined Omega?” I tightened my grip on his shirt. “Fine. Say it.” His violet eyes went dark. “Ravenna—” “Say it.” I bit his lip again. His amusement vanished, replaced by something darker. “You're the discarded one,” he whispered. “The Holloway they threw away. The Omega who danced for cash just to eat. The girl the Council rejected, who still crawled onto my couch begging for a Lycan's knot.”

"Yes. The disadvantage of that kind of magic is that he would have difficulty keeping his wolf in check like normal werewolves can. The slightest thing can set him off the edge and on a murderous rampage." "What else can he do?" Orla asked. "You have to understand that even though the magic made him like an Alpha, he actually isn't one. Instead, he's still like an Omega in some ways, but wild, rabid, and slowly becoming insane. And Omegas will always recognise their kind." She glanced meaningfully at Orla and I. "They long for a family—a master, and so when a much more powerful member comes to them, they recognize him. They worship him, even."

"Bro, come on, she suffered a lot already. And besides, this damn place is scary because there are many beasts that lurk in here. Escaping would be impossible for a weak omega like her." "Oh come on, she is still such a pretty girl. Only if she is not a witch, I would definitely have sex with her." "Will you please shut the fuck up? If you are horny, then find some other girls that you can fuck. This one is not meant for us... although I know the fact that she is pretty, it cannot erase the truth that she is a damn curse. That Matthew is so damn disgusting because he ruined the reputation of Alpha Lorenzo by protecting this one."