Marvel Omniverse Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes but bit my tongue. The Omicrons are numbered at about one hundred and twenty strong, but they have formed an alliance with other Supernaturals including Lycans and shape-shifters all over the world. This makes their numbers potentially in the millions—millions of supernatural beings the majority of mankind has no idea exists. The Alliance intends to confront the Neratomay. My brow shot upward. Okay? And what? I'm listening.

They all gathered and talked about Marvel's return and what plans they were going to carry out because they couldn't let other people know about Marvel, who had returned and recovered. "So, don't let Rendi know that Marvel is back, right, Rey? Ryan asked. "That's right, Uncle, this is all for the safety of Marvel, because until now we don't know whether Papa Rendi was involved in the Marvel accident or not," Rey answered. "That's right, because I myself am still very sure that the accident I experienced was planned," said Marvel suddenly.

I must be dreaming. She lightly chuckles. “You aren’t dreaming. This is all real, and there are several omegas in this pack. To tell you the truth, this pack is one of the first packs that I’ve met where an omega is equal, if not a little bit above the others, even alphas.” This can’t be true. I have never heard of any pack like that before.

Her clone was not only attacking her empire. She was stealing her memories. Her history. Her past. Her future. Trying to replace her entirely. This wasn’t business war. It was identity warfare. Personal. Violent. Intimate. Olivia closed the box gently. Her hands didn’t shake. But her breath tightened. The two halves of her world , Monroe Atelier and EVE Corp, were on a collision course. Only one version of Olivia would survive it. By dusk, she had relocated key files into a secured vault.

“He came from your own flesh and blood. Would it hurt you to give him the life he deserves?” Alpha Xenon stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders tense. He turned slowly, his eyes glowing faintly with suppressed fury. “I do not have a child that is a monster!” he spat, his voice reverberating through the room. “I already told you, you are an omega, and I am an alpha. Do you understand the disgrace you’ve brought upon me? Do you know what kind of mistake we are living?” My breath caught in my throat. Monster? Disgrace? His words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper than the last.

—it was "Industrial." "It’s 'Closed,' Audrey," Lucas said, standing with her at the "Translation-Throttle" of the Sovereign-Aegis. They were looking back at the "Wild-Multiverse," which was now a glowing tapestry of "Productive-Chaos." "We’ve turned the 'Void' into a 'Workshop.' There’s nowhere left to go where there isn't a 'Union-Spark' or a 'Cinder-Born-Hammer.' We’ve made the universe 'Infinite' in its 'Industry'."

“Stable.” Adrian added, “No strange activity.” Yvonne nodded slowly. “But the Founder still has the Omega Mirror program.” Marcus looked at her. “Yes.” Adrian leaned back in his chair. “And that means we are no longer the only ones with this system.” Yvonne crossed her arms. “That program can copy everything the Omega protocol does.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” Adrian looked back at the screen. “If he deploys it somewhere else, we may not even see it coming.”

Isang lumang digital backup ni Marco Santillan. ​"Marco?!" asik ni Xander, sinusubukang bumangon kahit masakit ang kanyang katawan. ​"Relax, Wolf," sabi ng digital Marco. "Ang version ko na 'to ay ang binuo ni Liam bago ako naging traydor—isang 'Loyalty Subroutine.' Naramdaman ko ang pagpasok ng Precursor code sa network. Xander, ang Omega ay hindi lang basta alien. It's a 'Harvesting Protocol.' Gusto nilang i-convert ang lahat ng biological life sa planetang ito para maging energy source."

"The way certain universes are being pushed into conflict while others are artificially preserved..." Through our merged awareness, we uncover the terrible truth. The higher beings are treating the entire multiverse like an elaborate game, staging conflicts between different simulations for their own entertainment and study. "It's all experimental data to them," Xander realizes with growing anger. "They create different types of universes just to see what happens when they clash." Luna's consciousness expands through computational layers, tracking the manipulation. "The predator universes, the utopias, the dystopias—they're all part of their test scenarios. They're studying how different for

I sighed, and began to walk on the narrow path. Looking down, my heart shook for the fear of falling off. I couldn't see anything below me: it was completely dark. I swallowed hard, and continued walking until I arrived at the spot where I was meant to stand. Suddenly, the lights came on, shining directly on me. I swept my eyes all over the place, looking at my reflections on the mirror hanging in the air. “My name is Caleb, and you are standing before the Five Pillars Of Truth that oversee the affairs of the White Moon pack. Would you kindly tell us why you're here, Daphne?”