Heroes Opm Novels & Stories

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

Velgrave’s Core tower loomed above the city, wrapped in force fields and psychic interference. But Ophelia had been inside before. As a child. She remembered the echo of high ceilings, the chill of marble, the weight of control in every corridor. This time, she brought war with her. They split into three teams: • Team Alpha: Ophelia, Carl, and Ezra — targeting the control servers. • Team Beta: Lilith and Tobias — handling internal security and systems. • Team Delta: Kai and Nina — backup and extraction. Inside, chaos unfolded. Carl took down drones with precision. Ezra blasted open reinforced doors. Ophelia navigated the maze of her childhood prison like a predator returning home.

Hera revealed seriously – causing everyone’s jaw to drop. Hunter stared at his mother – as if he was trying to find truth behind her words. “What the hell?! Is that true?!” It was Hector, who uttered the question and expression that everyone had to ask. Alpha Hudson and Hera let out a deep sigh. “The Mercado are the destined to be servant omegas of our clan. They are loyal and trustworthy. And it is something that’s proven and tested already.” Alpha Hudson stated coldly – as he walked towards the couch and sat there.

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

I shoot her a wink and get another kiss from her just before the growls from the forest get louder and I know they are only seconds away from us. "let's go kick some ass baby!" she gives me a nod and we follow everyone around us as we all head towards the forest and towards the battle. We stop just before the tree line and Emma, Alpha Jake, Levi, Logan, Mia, Josh, Noah, Gamma Sean and myself head towards the front where Alpha Peter, his Beta George and his Gamma Tim are waiting alongside Alpha Samson and his Gamma Ralf. I may hate Alpha Samson but now's not the time to let it to the surface. Today we are on the same team but the moment that this is over so is any contact with him or I may no

the man spat out, bringing his blade out of its case. “Stop it. I don’t want anyone to get harmed, for now that is.” I interrupted, bringing their attention towards me. They all looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. “It seems we hit the jackpot, guys. Lady Barbra was right about her existence; this is our chance to become rich and change our status. Capture her alive boys," a man said, approaching from behind with a cigarette in his mouth. From the looks of it, he was the commander of the squad under which the operation ran.

There were offers for help from all over the globe and many refused to take no for an answer. Within hours of Samantha's disappearance, warriors and trackers showed up to assist us. I was most shocked when Elder Summers from the Council and his mate, Matilda appeared that very night, demanding to be briefed on everything that had happened. Matilda herself told me how she was Samantha's mentor and teacher. I could feel the waves of peace flowing off of the Omega but she still wasn't nearly as powerful as my little mate. She seemed to calm us, at least for a little while but after a day or two, her powers were no longer helping us.