Hunter And Omega Novels & Stories

From a distance a horn sounded, it was deep and resonant, the kind used to signal arrivals at the border. A moment later, a chorus of excited voices rose from the hallway, and that's when I realized that the Alphas have returned. I pressed my back to the kitchen wall, heart hammering. I told myself it didn’t matter, that their return meant nothing to an Omega who had mastered the act of being unseen. But as the sound of boots drew closer to the hallway, and the scent of dominance curled through the air, my wolf surged forward.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

This was my wolf dying. “So dramatic “that silky voice. It belonged to no one but Alice Hales.A Beta’s daughter.she was so perfect.her blonde hair was long and shiny.perfect.she had perfect curves and a perfect bloodline.”But show’s over little Omega,now run back to the kitchen where you belong.”

I was running towards the group of hunters when I suddenly noticed an omega cuddling a child tightly in her arms are being chased by a rogue. >Henry, take care of these fucking hunters.< I said to Henry via our pack-link and I didn't wait for his response, I immediately ran fast and chased the rogue who seems to be enjoying while hunting the omega woman cuddling her child. A few moments later, I finally caught up with the rogue and I wasted no more time, I immediately grabbed him by the neck and choked him with all my might causing him to vomit blood. "Go to the safe house, now!" I firmly commanded the omega woman and even though she felt so scared and nervous she was still able to nod and t

I wasn't really used to this big parties because I opted to stay back in the house whenever I was invited and grandfather never minds but it irked Madam Isabel and it was always obvious it did. "Old man Ravenstone." I heard a much older voice and I saw the Alpha standing before us. "Quinn." Grandfather flashed him a bright smile and the Luna hugged Madam Isabel gently. "This is Judy. She is the one who would be getting married to Alexander." "Isn't she your Omega granddaughter?" Luna Quinn said looking at me with a raised brow and a very not plain eyes. I was used to the stares everyone gave me because I wasn't perfect. I was an Omega after all and a very weak one.

"Let's give him that space." The meal ended, and I stood, my heart heavy yet my expression composed. Damon's gaze met mine, concern etched in his features. "Are you okay, my lady?" A smirk played on my lips, a mask to hide the turmoil within. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, turning away to seek the solitude of my room. I shrugged off the pretty dress and stepped into my training kit, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. Training was my escape, the one thing that could distract me from the pain, even if just for a while. I marveled at my own strength, how in just a few weeks of training, I had become formidable, capable of taking on five warrior wolves single-handedly. It was a feat th

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

It was on the night of a full moon. I had just returned from my usual secret hunt. Yeah, a secret hunt. My father would never allow me to even hunt or rally with the rest of the pack, just because of the condition I was born with. I was known as one of the weakest Omegas in the kingdom, and being of royal blood only made the stigma worse. Well, it's not like they were wrong though. I am indeed weak and frail as a werewolf.

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

"They didn't use explosives. They used a Molecular Dissolver. The High Council has deployed the Omega-Hunter Squads. They’re not shifters. They’re biological void-masks. No pulse. No scent. They’ve been calibrated to your specific marrow-frequency." The Ear-Ringing tinnitus in my head reached a deafening crescendo. I hit the stairs at a dead run, my boots striking the silver mercury on the floor with a sound like hammers on glass. I reached the nursery wing. The heavy reinforced doors were no longer there—they had been reduced to a fine, shimmering dust that hung in the air like a burial shroud. Inside, three Omega-Hunters stood amidst Leo’s discarded toys. They were towering husks of matte-