Little Omega Novels & Stories

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”

My brother and I now live among the Shadow Moon Pack located in the Kingdom of Māui, pretending to be Omegas. There are nine Omegas in the pack, including us. In werewolf hierarchy, Omegas are at the very bottom. Wolfless. It made it easy for us to blend in. As tradition dictates, any Omega without a wolf by the age of thirteen is taken in as a servant by the Alpha, Coleman Katz. Since then, we’ve lived here, in the Shadow Moon Pack house for six years, keeping our secret safe. “Hurry up, Olivia. You still need to make breakfast,” Eliana orders from behind me.

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.

Alaric says, “I name Hazel of the apothecary line, daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina, as my Luna. My equal. My mate. From this day until my last.” The pack is silent. Then Elder Malric drops to one knee. “Luna Hazel.” The sound rolls like thunder. “Luna Hazel. Luna Hazel. LUNA HAZEL.” Omegas cry. Warriors thump their chests. Pups howl. I look at my father. Tears are running down his face, but he’s smiling. “Your turn,” Alaric murmurs to me. I step forward. My knees shake. I’m 22, an omega, a healer. But I’m also Luna now.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

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.

There is no part of my body that does not have a spot or an injury there. I have got a pair of blue eyes. My wolf's name is Octavia. She has a fur of hazel brown with some cream color on it. Well, she has a pair of blue eyes. And before I forget to mention it, she has been thinking about her mate a lot. Mate… speaking of mate, I don't think he would want us. I mean I'm not beautiful. I am just some omega who wears tattered clothes. My hair is not very well combed, I just use my hands to detangle them.

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”