Megaman Zero Omega Zero Novels & Stories

I’m currently sitting in my dad’s office hugging my dad. “Thank you, my sweetheart. I really needed that,” he sighs. You see, I am an Omega. Not the lowest of the pack that you normally hear about, but the kind who has a very special ability. I can calm people with just my presence, but it’s more effective if I am in close proximity to them. When I was brought to my parents, my omega waves were crazy strong. They still are, but back then, they started a war.

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."

His words were a promise, a declaration of unwavering faith in his daughter's abilities. From inside the carriage, Alruna smiled subtly, a quiet pride warming her heart. She felt a surge of gratitude, not just for Curtis's unwavering support of Kara, but also for the unexpected camaraderie shown by his companions. Their enthusiastic encouragement of Kara, a young omega with extraordinary ambitions, was a testament to their loyalty and respect. The scene was a small, quiet victory against the prejudice and limitations often imposed upon omegas. The unspoken understanding between them, a silent pact of support and acceptance, was a powerful thing.

But she wasn't her. "The omega is not her. Eudora is dead." This time, Draven's voice was low and threatening and held a hint of warning in it. Cantor knew it was best to leave the matter alone. Perhaps, he would bring up the topic again, but for now, it was time to dig into the background of a very suspicious woman.

It was Maren, Rieka’s trusted handmaiden. To the world, Maren was nothing more than a loyal servant who lived to please her mistress. But in truth, she was Uriel’s ally, a woman who had once admired the strength the Omega carried, even in her suffering. When Uriel was reborn as Rey, Maren had sworn her allegiance anew, working quietly in the shadows to ensure her lady’s plans could move forward. “You’ve done well,” Rey said softly, her tone clipped but laced with the faintest warmth.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “How is my wolfless omega doing?” “What do you want, Anita?” Roxanne asked quietly. The news I had just dropped, made her weak as it made me. “I wasn't speaking to you. The wolfless omega has a mouth to respond. Or has she lost her speaking ability? Ah, you are really unfortunate” “I can speak and I am not wolfless” I replied. I had a lot I need to do and speaking to Anita and her minors isn't one of them.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

(There’s a part of him lingering deep in the recesses of his heart - the part he’d long learned to ignore - that thinks, even if Regina had not been able to do this for him but her strange ability to render Mattel speechless, Mattel would find it astounding. The night, where Regina had come charging back into the middle of a doomed battle, unarmed and without any foreseeable rescue in sight, Mattel had seen it. And again, when he’d opened his eyes, pulled forth from his endless nightmare to awaken into those bright, dazzling eyes. The omega is anything but ordinary. And thanks to whatever miraculous thing it is that she possesses, Mattel has never felt as- serene, as he does now. As though h

And then I saw the final file: “Daemon.” Not Damien. Daemon. Subject Omega. The file was locked tighter than anything else, buried beneath security protocols I’d never seen before. But I got it open—at least enough to read the first few lines. SUBJECT OMEGA - STATUS: ACTIVE CODED TO OVERRIDE ALL OTHER ECHO UNITS FAILSAFE INSTALLED: “MOTHER” OPERATIONAL SINCE: [REDACTED] LOCATION: UNKNOWN My heart dropped. This… this wasn’t just Damien’s clone. This was the clone. The one made to lead. To dominate.

They were a dull, metallic grey, like a screen that had been turned off for a long time. "Who are you?" I whispered. My voice was weak, barely more than a breath. Rowan was still holding me, his grip tight and protective. "I am the one who didn't run," the woman said. Her voice was deep and calm, like a bell ringing in a far-off tower. "I am the one who realized that 'Freedom' is just another word for 'Unsupervised.' I am **Kaima-Zero**." Rowan stepped forward, his body tense. "She’s not you, Kaima. She’s just another simulation. Another 'Boss' at the end of a level."