Hogwarts Legacy Ominis Novels & Stories

She looked like she had swallowed poison. It was one of the allied pack leaders. The one who had been most vocal about his doubts. "That," he said, standing, "is not an unstable omega. That's a warrior." Others joined the applause. Not all of them. But enough. Esme stood in the center of the yard, breathing hard, blood from a split lip running down her chin. She looked half-dead and completely alive at the same time. "Any other questions?" she asked.

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.

A new figure appeared. A girl, no older than Elara, pale skin, silver eyes, a translucent halo of floating data points around her head. “I am LEXA,” she said. “The Legacy Extension Algorithm.” Alma stepped closer. “Where did you come from?” LEXA tilted her head. “From your mother’s regrets.” Gasps spread across the room. “I was a shadow protocol Evelyn Vale began before Omega. Buried. Forgotten. Until now.” Julian whispered, “She had a backup.”

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.

Belinda glared at the sorcerer, her pale eyes and low voice effectively conveying her rage and hiding her fear. "I brought you here. I hoped the dome would draw you to your former pack, and it did. After you murdered an Arch Warlock, you seemed a bit too unpredictable to be left alone." The man closed his eyes, his head raising to the ceiling, a serene expression on his face. "Maddox Hawkmore, he was a wild one for sure, but a valued member nonetheless. Much like you, dear."

Queen Bellatrix added. “Then, that relic might be their way to find Omegas.” he crossed his arms. “I am afraid that they have children captured.” Bellatrix’s eyes widened. “Confirm that.” Dominick gripped his seat. “Women, children, or even male omegas. We need to protect them.” “So, is their scent that addictive?” Bellatrix asked Dominick. “That’s what I heard.” “My team is doing everything to work on a drug to conceal their scent or stop them from triggering their heat.” He explained as Dominick nodded.

His words laced with curiosity as to who was hiding under his bed. "I-I am sorry, Gamma Soren." I mumble out, pulling myself from under the bed and standing before him looking at my feet apologetically. "Sorry?" He says, raising a brow. "I did not know you were still in your rooms when I entered to clean. I am Omega Elesi, the maid today in charge of your rooms. By the time I realized my mistake-" He chuckles, finding this entertaining it seems. "You hid under my bed. Well that was probably best instead of allowing yourself to be seen - it would have ruined my fun. I shall not punish you."

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN. The voice wasn't Kael's. It was a sonar pulse that bypassed the ears and spoke directly to the marrow. The First Omega’s shadow manifested on every screen in the hall, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, her face a mask of airless indifference. [THE SOVEREIGN UNIT IS A STOLEN PROTOTYPE. THE ANCHOR-MOTHER CARRIES THE ILLEGAL MARROW OF THE ARCHITECTS. STATUS: RECLAIMABLE HARDWARE.]