Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

The Omega didn't move or respond, and Grayson exhaled. “I'm just going to place my hands on you so I can heal you. I have a special ability, kind of like a witch, but I'm not one. I have the ability of ice. It can hurt people if I want it to or heal them. With you, I'm going to heal you. It will feel cold as my ice moves through your body and heals you. It might be uncomfortable and it might hurt a little, but I promise it's healing you, not making you worse, ok?” Grayson said as softly as he could, trying to make himself sound as gentle as he possible. When the Omega still made no attempt, he sighed again and slowly reached forward.

I didn't ask you about that, I am asking you who you are. "If I introduce myself as an omega, is he going to accept me the way I am?" "I hope he doesn't see me as a weakling, this is my last hope of escaping this torture and trauma of this entire pack." "Has your tongue suddenly been bitten off by a rat?" He questioned "I am Arielle Dawn, An Omega of the Blue Moon pack." Immediately I said those words everything about him changed. His Aura alone speaks danger, his loving emotion turn into a cold one.

What happened next was shocking. He dragged me back to the house by my arm and what I saw when I got inside was horrifying my parents lay dead and the house was trashed, but what scared me more was there was no scent of a rogue being in the house. Beta peter turned to me and asked what happened and why i lied i kept telling him i didn't but he didn't believe me and since my parents were dead Beta peter became the alpha and he had the pack warriors take me to the interrogation room. I sat quietly waiting for him and when he finally came he told me if I didn't tell the truth I would become the omega of the pack. He kept asking questions all night and by the end of it all he still didn't belie

I looked at him with the omega's training itinerary in his hand, and I swallowed back my retort as I remembered Thomas' words. Nikita ... She did come. Is the omega course here too easy for her? I can't help laughing at the thought of her stubborn little expression. I thought about the hurt look in her eyes when she left me and whether the wounds on her body had healed. The omega's abilities including healing would be lower than higher level wolves, and they would still need supplemental medication to help with recovery. Will she be able to fix it all? The look in her eyes that she's tried to deny me so far has me increasingly confused. She's like a crypto message that I can't decode. why is

A female omega. Yes, that is me. Ravael Steele, in an all-male alpha hockey school. GOAL!!! The Arctic Wolves won at the end and they dominated the ice, and I screamed with everyone else even though I knew my voice sat higher than it should and anyone who listened too closely would hear something wrong.

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

“Tell me what you are, little wolf. Why you smell like fear... and heat.” Jason squeezed his eyes shut. No. He couldn’t say it. Couldn’t admit it. If Ivan found out he was an omega—it was over. Omegas were meant to be used. Owned. And Ivan was strong enough to take what he wanted. “I don’t know what you mean,” Jason said. But his voice gave him away. Ivan smiled, dark and hungry. “Wrong answer.” He undid the first button. Then the second. Slow. Teasing. His fingers brushed lower, over Jason’s chest, just above his stomach.

“You are an Omega. There’s no way you are even capable of doing well without that kind of extra credit.” “I’ve always done well in school,” I say. “My grades in high school were exceptional. There’s no reason to believe they would start to go down now.” “That’s a good point,” someone whispers. I recognize them at a glance as a former classmate. Sylvia heard the words too. She must have, with the way her face darkens and her eyes grow stormy. “You shouldn’t even be worried about grades,” Sylvia says, shifting gears. Her smirk disappears now, with a sneer replacing it. “As an omega, you should be focusing on servitude, specifically serving me. As an Omega, that’s your lot in life.”

“I’m Sean. Omega in the pack. Account manager here at Smith.” My brain skidded on the word and stalled, wheels squealing. “What is an Omega?” I asked before I could stop my mouth. Surprise flared across Sean’s handsome face; then, oddly, he glanced around like we had invisible eavesdroppers. “There are many Omegas in a pack,” he said in a careful voice that made me think he was quoting someone. “Technically the lowest ranking, but essential. We keep everyday things running smooth.” Pack. There it was again, that word pressed like a thumb into a bruise.

Abandoned at birth, taken and raised by the Lycan Queen, yet I was despised and maltreated by everyone else for being what I was, a common Omega in the midst of lycans. The Lycan Queen had pitied me, and that was the sole reason I was regarded as a lycan princess. Despite being a princess of the pack, I had no right. I was thrown and passed around when not needed in the court, used for several manual labours and widely regarded as the ‘Outcast’. By the time I reached my room, my hands were so shaky that I was unable to close the door behind me. My eyes darted across the room to the blue and pink sweater I have been knitting for our unborn baby and I felt a sense of determination starting to