Marking Omegaverse Novels & Stories

"She is a tool Omegas use to acquire power. A power I will not allow this child to use." He stood, his Alpha aura a suffocating weight of power and superiority. He walked to Rhea, his dark over her face. He raised his hand, and a mark, a symbol of his authority, a symbol of his superiority, appeared on her forehead. It was the mark of a traitor. The mark of a rogue. The mark of a fool. Rhea experienced the brand sear into her skin, a scorching pain that made her cry out. It was a brand. A brand of shame. A brand of betrayal.

Zeph’s stomach twisted further. With her arms crossed, Camille grinned as she watched Ryker come closer. "This is your lesson for attempting to get him back," she purred, cocking her head. Her voice dripping with hatred, she drew closer. "You will always be the cursed omega, regardless of how much power you have." You are so very wrong, Camille. Zeph wanted to respond, but the gag muffled everything. “Save whatever you want to say. You will need it soon enough.”

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

she gasped, grabbing my arms, tears filled her eyes. I know she's at pain but.....I wanted her to be mine. After few seconds, I pulled my self and finsihed the mark with a lick. her dress were covered with blood strains that flowed till her chest making me look at her beautiful features clearly. She had the perfect fragile body that could fit right into my arms. "Mine" I announced with a proud smile, she already fainted by the time I pulled myself from the mark. People say omega's are weak but.....They are the most strongest according to me.

Kurt stared at the light blue greenish eyes that was staring right back at him, shocked was an understatement to what he was feeling now, he stood beside the bed, staring at the king's mate, her eyes was looking all over the room as if she never looked almost dead few minutes ago. The quick opening of the door shook him out from his shock, he turned to look at Blade, he could see the shock that glazed on his face as he stared at his mate, who stared right back at him, her eyes looked unfaded and the true color of her eyes were beginning to appear slowly, her cheeks which once carried whiteness now had some warmth in it. She was totally healing so incredibly well and this shocked Kurt to the

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.

The thought of him claiming and taking me once again sent my heart thumping loud with excitement. I moved to the sink to watch my face first, and then looked up into the mirror. That’s when I saw it—a mark on my neck. My fingers traced over it in disbelief, it was a raised skin that resembled a tattoo-like pattern. Did he mark me? Did Professor Maverick mark me? My jaw dropped. I remembered Fenris saying I’d never find my mate, and even if I did, a wolf-less omega like me would be rejected, but Professor Maverick didn’t just call me his mate, he claimed and marked me.

I never recollected meeting him at the party in the past. I studied him carefully, trying to figure out where I had seen him before. His features were striking, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His lips were full and sensual, and his eyes were the most arresting shade of gray I had ever seen. But I was certain I had never seen him before. "I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but I don't think we've met before," I began, hoping he wouldn't take offense. "Are you new to Wolfhaven?"

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?