Hurricane Omega Novels & Stories

He roused himself from his slumber. When he turned to peer at the source of the voice, he saw Letitia kneeling in the doorway with a pale expression on her face. It appeared as though some sort of machine had been operating inside of his cranium when it suddenly blew up. Almost as quickly as he could, he made his way over to Letitia's side and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt?" The most vulnerable time for an omega is when they are giving delivery.

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

Because I've heard stories of how some Omegas have been violated by others whenever they are in their heat. During Omega's heat, they tend to be vulnerable because, during that period, they are always sexually aroused. And the pheromones they release then affect any Alpha/Beta around and that has led to some ending up being sexually molested, while some end up being marked by an unknown alpha. That is why most omegas always want to be around their mate during their heat. For those who are yet to find their mate, they would rather be around someone they trust or be indoors. My parents were always worried about me having my heat when they're not with me and I end up with some strange that woul

I finally had to shoo her out. "Go home and get some rest," I insisted. "I'll be fine." She pulled me into a crushing hug. "Call me every night, okay? And if he tries anything, anything at all, I'll rain hell on him like a category five tornado," she threatened. I chuckled softly. "I will. Now go before they kick you off the pack lands for being human." After Helena reluctantly left, I finished unpacking in the depressing little apartment. Mr. N wanted me to report to the Alpha first thing tomorrow, to gain approval for living on the lands as a lone omega.

Camila's life had not been very good, at her young age she had had to deal with many problems, money was always part of those problems, and now and for some months her mother's illness was driving her to the brink of madness. Mer, Camila's mother, was an orange-scented omega who is little by little was fading her light because of senile dementia. Needing a lot of care, very expensive care, the young omega did not know what to do at that moment. She felt at a dead end.

The witch Hacks endlessly, and I permit the lift of my little finger to give her airways a chance. Falling forward and panting loudly, I watch tightly, not shifting an inch from my position as she begins to confess. “W-we were...informed of...the Omega’s escape into our lands. The orders were to...capture her and extract those mystical properties from her...” She sucks in a jagged breath, rattling incessantly. My expression crumples more as I question coldly, “Extract mystical properties from her? Why should an Omega’s abilities attract you so much?” I’m tempted to kick her filthy being across the cell, but I don’t have time to waste venting my rage about.

I could feel the hairs on my body rise as these thoughts threatened to consume me and I shook my head gently to clear it. Making my way back to my office once I recovered. Zoe was shuffling from one foot to another on her spot and I could see that the long wait had affected her. The moment she heard the door close, she whipped her head back so fast, I feared it might disconnect from its root. One thing remained though, the same look of confusion that had been swirling in her dark eyes previously were still doing the same. I settled down in my seat and watched her for a moment. There were different kinds of omegas when they were purchased or acquired. The ones that were excited at the prospec

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

“We’ve had many omegas in the past, those who escaped their brutal fate like you did. You know omegas are not suppose to live, they’re suppose to be killed and wipe out the moment they were born. But just like you escaped your death, we’ve had many in the past who escaped theirs. Omegas are said to be the harbingers of death, chaos and destruction. What many failed to realize or come to know is that they also marked creation and life itself, omegas are the moon goddess’ herald.” “You know I told you about a witch helping me and found this loophole?” She nodded positively in response. “Well the loophole was you, Mon Diamant. It was the Blue moon’s omega legend. On the day of the blue moon tha

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?