Hurricane Omega Novels & Stories

Because he knew that he had lost the battle. He was shocked when he heard about Hamileja. Hamileja was an old village with a bunch of Omegas. He was a businessman of Omega trafficking. Each year he caught a lot of omega from there and sold them. Some of the omega's parents sold their own daughter to him because they felt their child was a burden to them. So it was easy for him to get omegas. Before attacking The Rivermoon pack, he did all of that.

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

He knew about her. "If you know what's best for you, keep your mouth shut!" I yelled, my eyes glowing faintly as I grabbed him by his collar. His wounds were already healing, but what about Hermosa’s? A tiny voice replied in my head: *She's an Omega. That doesn't mean she won't recover.* She was special. I flung Alpha Rowen to the floor and headed toward the car parked outside, where my Beta stood by the door. "Which hospital did he take her to?"

“After what happened on the cruise ship… I was afraid something terrible happened again.” I blinked, trying to piece together the fragments of that night. “You mean… when I fell into the ocean?” Emon nodded, his eyes clouded with the memory of frantic waves and cold water that had pulled me under. “That night scared me a lot. As an omega, I seemed to feel what you feel that night. Every pain seeing those things and helplessness floating in the pitch black ocean.” I gave him a weak smile. “Thank you… for worrying about me.”

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

This led the moon goddess to rain down her wrath upon her people, and after a hundred years of drought and famine in the five Kingdoms, the moon goddess — Cessi, listened to the prayers of her people and gave each Kingdom an Omega. An Omega is a rare and special creation with distinct features of a crescent moon on their forehead. The people were advised to treat the Omegas as embodiments of the moon goddess herself and once in a year an anniversary is held in the name of the moon goddess, whereby the Omegas are to dance traditionally to glorify her name.

That was the only cure I knew of. I glanced over at the little angel on the couch. Her eyes were open and she was looking around. Such a curious baby. My gut clenched. I couldn’t give her to anyone else, no matter what! She was mine. As I tried to think my way through the situation, another pack member came in. “Sir, that Omega disappeared. She’s not in the basement. We can’t find her anywhere!” The Gamma was furious. “What the hell!” he snapped. “An Omega can’t just disappear. You do all have eyes, don’t you?” He shook his head. “You guys from the Storm pack are really helpful,” he sneered.

She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her. But the Omega didn't stop there. She used her hands to push her off her spot in the kitchen, rudely shoving her aside. As Cora stumbled, her heart racing with a mix of surprise and indignation. She clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger rise within her.Her wolf growled, urging her to defend herself. But she knew that as an Omega, she was at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, and any retaliation could have dire consequences. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check, and held herself back from responding to the provocation.

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

This time an older woman burst through the door with an angry scrawl etched into her taunt wrinkled skin. "Oh," I did gasped confused as I've never seen this wolf before, "where's April?" "April is off duty you stupid Omega," she reprimanded me, "now shut up you are disturbing the other patients!" "Can you call April here," I asked, totally disregarding her last statement, "I need her. It's kind to important."