Little Omega Novels & Stories

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

"Hey Aurora!" I whip around and smile at Cassandra. She was the only wolf who didn't look at me in disgust and was my only friend. She was the daughter of an omega and was classified as one also. An omega was the bottom of the ranking chain in the wolf community but seeing as no one knew what I was, I suppose I was the very bottom in this pack.

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job, not as the Luna,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. “Your new Luna is Avery, and she won’t be happy if she hears you calling me that.” Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized champion

she said, bowing her head. “How old are you?” I asked. “I am 17 years old, Luna,” she said. I look at her and she looks 13. “Are you an omega?” I asked. She looked down. Well, being an omega is nothing to be proud of and it is also nothing to be ashamed of. “Yes Luna. Both my parents are omega,” she said. I smiled at her. “You are small but very light and fast on your feet, and that is very good. With the right training, you will be unstoppable,” I compliment her. She smiled widely.

I've begged them to just call me Lina but they see it as a sign of disrespect so am stuck with Luna. I also helped out with the pups who were just the cutest things ever. Some of them were too young to shift to their human form but they were still adorable. The ladies who took care of the cubs were known as omegas which they exclaimed to be the lowest rank in the pack. I didn't consider them to be beneath everyone else since they seem to do most of the work around the house.

This was the hierarchy of werewolf society. The Omegas as servants and manual laborers were at the bottom of the food chain and were forced to submit to everyone. He had seen the way they were treated — almost like second class citizens. His own wife, Laura, had been Omega- born and living as a Luna of the pack was a drastic change.

The foreboding feeling he felt seem to have worsen now. “ I saw the woman with orange hair at breakfast this morning when— when I was clearing the plates. And — and I had seen her again at the pack kitchen when I went to return some of the used pl— plates.” She stuttered, looking down. Omega were the least ranked and of the lowest class in the werewolf pack. They did most of the lenient jobs and we’re subjected to hard labor in some packs. Since they were the lowest of the ranks, they were also the least favored and objects of mockery for some wolves. They never ate nor sat with any of the other wolves during breakfast, lunch or dinner. They were only allowed to eat once the rest of the pack

Xindy said with a scoff. "What are Omegas?" Gina asked with a mouth full of bread. "Omegas are the lowest rank in the pack. Their power and cultivation are really low, which makes them almost insignificant in the pack," Xindy explained as Gina nodded attentively. "Well, you should pray nothing happens to Roanna because I'm sure the Alpha won't take it lightly. It's against our law," Xindy said. Alpha Boris was in his chamber, watching the dancers move their bodies rhythmically to the music when his messenger walked in.

I could feel my eyes welling up once more, as I shivered at what just happened. My name is Lourve Bardawulf, I'm eighteen years old, an Omega to be precise. I'm five point seven feet tall, black eyes, red hair, which is forty-eight inches long, pretty and tied into a ponytail, probably surprised at how long my red hair is. I had this diamond expression, pointed nose, red lips, very slim and a bit curvy, and got pretty white skin. I was an Omega, who was always belittled and bullied, because of my gender. Omegas are known to be weaklings, despicable losers, cursed and vulnerable and always spread their scent around, waiting for a man to take them in their wings. We were born to be Alpha's sla

Klein decided to ask and that brought Olivia back. She came back to her senses and thought they were looking at her because they thought her to be the wolf. "No it's not me. I'm an omega and I haven't even shifted yet. My wolf is weak and can't have such a powerful wolf," she rushed out. The surprised look on Klein and the priestess made her know that she made a huge mistake. Klein looked at her for a while before he started to grin like a charlie. "So she's the woman you poured your all inside right?" He said disdainfully.