Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

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.

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."

They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough Since I was a powerful omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with. Most omegas that did end up with a mate were rarely able to leave their mates side. Even when Matilda came here to train me, Elder Summers came with her. He would usually stay in the room when we trained. I didn't mind though, Elder Summers was great and he was like an uncle to me. Matilda seemed annoyed at times though. "Hand her over, Jon" Troy said, playfully. You know that I can't Jon replied and I childishly struck my tongue out at Troy over Jo

Omegas typically couldn't handle it. Samantha clearly didn't know this. The crystal on the server's hand flickered. The next second, his expression tightened, almost imperceptibly. "Apologies, Ma'am," his tone was professional and restrained. "Our test indicates you are an omega. Moonbrew would be too strenuous for you. We cannot serve you that beverage." That phrase, low-tier power level, scraped past her ears like a piece of cold metal. The hand resting by her side unconsciously clenched. Her knuckles tightened under the fabric. "I... I understand. I'll just have a glass of water, please."

I picked out an outfit for Will as well, which consisted of black jeans and a burgundy T-shirt. At least one of the things I didn’t have to worry about was getting pregnant. I've been taking contraceptive injections for some time now to prevent that from happening. I did this because I'm an Omega. Omega’s are known to go into heat very easily, and I have been experiencing it ever since I came of age. We are also known to fall pregnant very easily, and our children are usually born with the genes of the mate with the highest rank. Sometimes it happened that the child was born an Omega. When that was the case, they weren't despised, they just didn't get as many perks as someone who had a highe

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

I wail in my head. I never even knew that there was anything like the Silver blue moon pack, but I guess it came in handy. “But it is here. I am an omega” I articulate with ten little boldness left in me with my voice almost shaking. His gaze pins on me unshakingly. Stung at him makes me want more.

Though he had forgotten the existence of the chain as it had been a long time until Lincoln asked a few moments ago. So, Liam didn't want to tell Lincoln, but he continued as he had no choice, “They are all handcuffs. The gold chain is used to tame the wolf of an alpha. The silver for a beta and the bronze for a gamma. There is none to tame omega since an alpha, beta or gamma can easily tame them as they are the weakest” “If I get hold of it, then my whole worries, and troubles will be ended” Lincoln smiled Walking towards Iiam, he said

on someone else's eyes. They are brown mixed with grey and a hint of gold. "You can go now Miss Linx," He said to the lady as he continued staring at me up and down. I look at Miss Linx and smile at her as she closes the door. I turn to look at Mr.de Raizel when I see that he was still looking at me. I look down at the floor so he won't see my fcking face that turns to red "Mr, Etrama please take a seat" he points at the chair in front of his desk. I slowly walk to the chair and sit down. I look at him and see him leaning back on his chair with his arms crossed. "Mr.Etrama an omega right?" He asks me while still looking at me. My eyes are wide open. How does he know that I am an Omega and w

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”