Kamen Rider Ohma Zi O Novels & Stories

she explained, “is one tasked to await the arrival of the last descendant; to guide, support, and protect them for as long as they live.” Unease settled deep in my chest. “Assigned by who?” I demanded. “Protect them from what? Do you even hear how insane this sounds?” Vaelorra released a slow, weary sigh. “I know it’s a lot to absorb, Dextera. Understanding doesn’t come all at once. It comes with time.” Her words only worsened the storm in my head. One moment, I had been an Omega struggling to survive with a monstrous beast and a thirst for vengeance. The next, I was being told I was the last descendant of a forsaken bloodline—someone meant to be guarded, guided, and protected.

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.

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.

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

"looks like we've hurt Alpha twats pride!" "not now Zoe, I need to concentrate!" "Sorry, sweetie." "I'm sorry Alpha Samson, I really am!" I don't want to hurt him, that was never my intention. "do you realise how lucky you are to be mated to an Alpha and an Alpha of my reputation? you're a lowly Omega and it's extremely rare for our ranks to be mated and yet you think you're too good for me?" his voice is rising with every word as he takes small steps towards me and on instinct, I move back and the moment I do that I hear a growl and in seconds Alex is stood in front of me while Noah and Mia are either side of me.

Zara whispers trying to hide her face. 'Shit. What the hell? You could've told me I had soap in my hair dick.' I yell at my wolf. 'I'm in your head. I can't see what you look like unless we're in a mirror fuck twat.' He says back. "Uhh no that's okay I'll be right back." I say with a blush. 'Nice one brother. Super classy.' Cain says in my head laughing. Zaraphine's POV

Another Omega hit a mop on his head. It must be painful, but he will quickly heal since he is a werewolf. Also, I’d rumors about the werewolves who dwell in this Crescent Moon Pack. I heard that they are very strong and powerful compared to normal werewolves, so the mop should be no big deal to an Omega. “How dare you speak to Lady Ziva that way?!” The female Omega who smacked the mop on the male Omega yelled. She seemed to be old, with the grey hair that crawled out of her right bun being exposed.

While Alpha amd Luna are the strongest and the leaders of the pack, omegas are the weakest and lowest. Most omegas work as servants if they can shift, and if they can't, they are discard from their packs. Hazel told me that she was an omega before she bacame a Luna-mate to the alpha and a female leader- and that she had struggled with acceptance. Clearly her mate didn't reject her, so i assumed he would accept me as his son-in-law. The herb Hazel brought me has been helping me with the pain. It only lasts for a couple of hours but now it had stoped completely.

Claire’s POV: They just kept fighting and fighting. Everything in the place was smashed up or ripped up. All of a sudden there was a huge crash! “ENOUGH!!” A man yelled. Everyone froze and kneeled. I was in too much shock. I just stood there with my mouth gapping open. Looking towards the voice I instantly froze. IT WAS THE ALPHA! At my own party! We made eye contact. Alpha Genesis walked toward the wolves who were fighting. They kneeled and exposed their necks. Clearly showing they were wrong. Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring.