Hurricane Omega Novels & Stories

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to the Luna,"He's a natural Alpha" "She's helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the Alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

"We apologize for the intrusion." Callan's voice was a frosty whisper, barely audible but cutting. "State your business." The beta swallowed hard, clearly unnerved. "We’re searching for a runaway omega. Our Alpha has ordered all territories to be searched." Hazel’s heart stopped. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she felt her legs go weak. She couldn’t breathe for a moment. Callan’s face remained a mask of neutrality. "An omega?" His voice was distant, almost indifferent. The beta nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Female, early twenties. Auburn hair, green eyes." His gaze flicked toward Hazel, and she instinctively took a step back, her heart racing. "About her height and build, actually."

The football team had to fight off the beta army to get Storm out. Once I fought off the four betas, it was too late. Odessa was gone. When it rained, it poured. Now I couldn’t feel her wolf. “Alpha Maverick,” the omegas said, bowing as I burst into the house. “WHERE IS SHE?” I roared as I veered into the living room, “Maverick, calm down, I just put your brother down for a nap,” my mother said. “I don’t give a fuck!” I yelled.

I’m currently sitting in my dad’s office hugging my dad. “Thank you, my sweetheart. I really needed that,” he sighs. You see, I am an Omega. Not the lowest of the pack that you normally hear about, but the kind who has a very special ability. I can calm people with just my presence, but it’s more effective if I am in close proximity to them. When I was brought to my parents, my omega waves were crazy strong. They still are, but back then, they started a war.

"We have received reports that the omega has been spotted near the southern border. It seems she is seeking refuge and assistance from a neighbouring pack." The Alpha's brow furrowed in concern at the mention of the omega. "We must act quickly. Gather a group of trusted warriors and scouts. We will track down the omega and return her to our pack, ensuring her safety and protection." “Omega? Eliza? But who cares where she is? She's just a worthless servant.” I spat.

The omega. Orchid.

Lexie couldn't take it anymore. Sometime the previous afternoon, Belinda had returned from her trip—with the Lycan who was not supposed to be aware she was gone. No one had sighted the beautiful omega since then. Rumors were swirling, and the fact Belinda wasn't taking any calls wasn't helping matters. All Lexie wanted to do was confirm her friend wasn't dead, and if that was the case, plead that she be given a proper funeral.

He ran, blindly, as fast as his feet could take him. He was numb, from body and from soul, he felt defeated. The storm outside only grew, engulfing everything, even the sound of Adrian who followed and was calling the Alpha back. “Enrique, wait!” The Alpha heir called out, but to no avail. The Omega’s words did give a rough idea to Adrian of what could have possibly happened, this had to be the same male Omega Enrique had told them about. How on earth did the Omega end up like this, only time could tell.

Mama Mariah sat hunched over her reading desk, her eyes dim but alive, tracing the words as if they carried breath. Little Dawn and Mama Wrenlow sat across her, listening. Mama Wrenlow's lips moved softly, reading aloud to the silence: "And among the howling packs and chained hearts of segregated omegas, there rose one who feared none - the Omega of the Frosted Wind." She paused, her fingers trembling slightly before turning the brittle page.

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.