Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

Jane’s breath hitched, and I felt it through the bond like a crack of lightning. “Oh goddess,” he whispered. I squeezed his hand, grounding both of us. “Jane,” I said, steady even though my world had just tilted. “Look at me.” He did. His eyes were wide, shimmering with fear and disbelief. “You’re not broken,” I said firmly. “You’re not in danger because I won't allow any danger near you and our pup”. “The.... the pup?” Dave echoed faintly from behind us. Marvin nodded. “Strong heartbeat already. Alpha’s bond is stabilizing the omega beautifully.”

He wiggled the whip in front of everyone. "Or maybe worse, that depends on Alpha Cain's mood. Rule number two: all of you will work as servants to everyone with a higher position than yours. Since all of you are Omegas, you are bottom of the food chain. You will know our position by the color of our aura. As you know, your fellow Omegas are pale weak oranges, almost human-like. Gammas, like me, are bright yellow. Deltas like Dimitry are green Betas are shades of light blue.

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.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

Eunice asked as I sat up on the floor and opened the bottle of water. I met Alpha Benson's gaze as he stood there, discussing with another warrior that were assigned to guard this farmland. "Yes. I am an alpha. How about you?" I asked Eunice, and she blushed and replied, "I am an Omega." "Really? Is that why you're all looking at me like I am a zombie, just because I am an alpha?" I asked Eunice, and she laughed and replied, "No. Take a look at the farm. You grazed many layers of weeds away, more than the rest of us. So you are stronger than us, and not that we look down on you," Eunice spoke to me with a friendly manner, and my eyes widened in shock to see that I had truly cleared many laye

For a moment, she was confused about whether to tell him the truth or lie about it. "Um, yes," she said, her voice faltering. "I come from an omega family, so I don't have a lot of resources. My friend’s family is sponsoring my education, but I wanted to earn a little for myself, sir.” The chairman looked at her sympathetically. "I understand," he said. "Well, in that case, we might have some opportunities for you to earn some extra money around here." Sabrina felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had managed to get out of a potentially awkward situation, and now she had the chance to get closer to the handsome chairman.

While Beta Sentinel were the above-average type of this category that could rival a common Alpha and keep up with a Prime. And for the longest time, the third category, the Omegas were considered to be the lowest and weakest. But the Dominant Omegas had challenged and changed the view of their race towards them in general. Dominants were physically stronger than common Omegas. They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel.

Tears threatened to betray her, but she didn’t want to let them show that she was done. The thought that some slimy werewolf would take what she had saved her whole life for her Mate, her soul mate, made her want to vomit. “I want to hear you scream, Omega!” He laughed cynically, ripping the cloth from her mouth as she struggled to catch air, trying to get out of the bindings, which were digging into her joints even more.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

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.