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The ground beneath her feet trembled, and she could feel the magic surging through her, connecting her to the earth in a way she had never experienced before. The vision came then—flooding her mind, overwhelming her senses. She saw a figure—tall, cloaked in shadows, standing before the altar, chanting in a language she didn’t understand. The figure’s hands glowed with dark energy, weaving a spell of unimaginable power. Olivia’s heart raced as she watched the figure turn, its face obscured by the hood of the cloak, but its eyes—its eyes burned with a cold, piercing intensity that froze her to the core.

“Divinity does not tolerate replacement. It does not forgive defiance. You will be consumed.” I did not flinch. I did not hesitate. “Then let it come,” I said. “I have already survived worse than gods. And if you think your light can devour me, you are mistaken. I am Omega. I am sovereign. And I am not afraid.” The Moon recoiled, or perhaps it trembled in recognition. I could not tell. Its presence grew unstable, light bending strangely, brilliance flickering like fire in a storm. The air vibrated with a frequency that made my teeth hum. Wolves trembled far below, deep in the forests beyond the palace walls. The council inside had fallen silent. Even the priests who remained standing seemed

There was a moment, however, right on the night when Octavius was preparing to cast a mantle of light over the sky that would become dark, when Zylah began to chatter with Miguel. We were all in the back of my house, watching the sky begin to go out in an unnatural way. That night, the world would fall into absolute darkness. Octavius, a sin of pride and owner of the infernal territory that imitated a desert always illuminated by the sun, was snapping his fingers and humming softly. Next to him, Anne watched him from the corner of her eyes, thinking that he did not notice, but even the soft way in which Octavius sang was just to draw female attention. Tennebris and Kleyphon were further away

The advisor was stunned by the prince's reaction, his gaze shifting to Kara, who stood defiantly, seemingly unfazed by the sudden escalation. Alruna, kneeling, whispered anxiously, "Kara," her voice filled with fear. She was terrified that the prince's anger would endanger her family. The prince's gaze softened as he looked down at Kara, her small form radiating an unexpected strength. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "Miss, you're mistaken. I don't have any omegas under my care." Then, he said something even more surprising. "You're going to be the king one day. There are many omegas in the palace. They are all bullies. And they will bully me."

"Look up, Bella. Why don't you look up to know who your mate is?" Penny said, a smile appearing on her face. Bella knew she would have to look up, and so she did. Looking up at her mate, who would make her or mar her, who she saw was terrible. She despised who she saw. It was no other person than Lucas Vincent! Did the goddess hate her too for being an omega? Or is the goddess punishing her for her past deeds? Lucas was shocked at what he saw—at whom the goddess had blessed him with. A mate. A worthless omega mate. Well, rejection was not so hard, is it?

(Lucian POV) I was halfway through a report from my Beta when the air shifted. It wasn’t sound, it wasn’t scent. It was instinct. My wolf lifted its head inside me, alert. A pulse of unease rippled through my chest - sharp, urgent. Ivy. I thought I didn’t wait for the Beta to finish speaking, I turned. Across the dim edge of the burial grounds, I saw them. Five omegas. A tight circle. Small bodies pressed behind one - Ivy

I don't want to get entangled with him and later get heart broken. "Little white". He called as he tapped his finger on my head to break me out of my thoughts, “I can see the wheel spinning in your head, but I just want you to know this; I am not like the other Alphas and I won't reject my mate because she is an Omega. The only reason I would reject my mate is if she betrays my trust. Are you going to betray me, little white?”.

The hand continued descending. And attached to it— A figure. Humanoid. Tall. Featureless. White. Not glowing. Not shining. Simply existing with absolute authority. The End inside Emma recoiled. Actually recoiled. Emma had never felt that before. The Custodian looked around. Slowly. Calmly. Then its gaze settled on Emma. Immediately. As if she had always been the destination. The being stepped in front of her. Protectively. The Custodian spoke. Its voice was terrifyingly simple.

Another figure emerged—a woman, sharp-eyed, lean, radiating a quiet kind of dominance. "You’re not rogue," she mused, tilting her head. "But you’re not pack either." Selene exhaled, measuring their stance, their posture, the way they watched her with both wariness and curiosity. These weren’t ordinary wolves. And she wasn’t an ordinary Omega anymore. "I’m looking for strength," Selene murmured, her voice unwavering. The man smirked, crossing his arms. "Strength can be earned." Selene tilted her head. "Then tell me what I need to do."

I asked in horror. “You're not a mere Omega; you're a pure Omega,” Archer said. “Pure Omegas are born during a major astronomical event; they are usually endowed with incredible powers, such as, for example, clairvoyance. A pure Omega is capable of stopping a war or unleashing it; that's how awesome is what you can do once the seal of your powers is broken. Right now, we must take care that your power does not fall into the wrong hands and innocent lives are put in danger.” I hadn't realized how much my life had changed until that moment.