Most Powerful Mutant Omega Level Novels & Stories

Then, she looked away, staring down at the cracked concrete. “Don’t look away from me,” I said, my voice rougher now. Not angry, just... hungry. “I felt it. I know you did too. We’re supposed to be tangled in sheets right now, and having the best sex of our life, not playing hide and seek behind dead Toyotas.” She let out a shaky breath. “I’m... I’m an omega,” she finally whispered. I blinked. “Okay… and?” Her voice trembled. “You’re a high-ranking wolf. You’re strong, powerful. It’s not possible for us to be together.”

He stood up and walked to a metal table covered in tools and old books. He picked up a knife and turned it in the light. “I have been busy while you were playing house with the Ice Fangs.” I swallowed. “What do you want?” He set the knife down and picked up a thick black book instead. “Do you know what a real omega can do when she is fully awakened and controlled?” His eyes lit up. “Not just calm a pack, or make alphas stronger. A weapon, Raven. One omega bound to the right alpha can force an entire pack to kneel. Can break minds, start wars or end them. The rogue factions have been hunting for a true omega for years. And I found you first.”

However, James knew about this beforehand. “James and even all the werewolves in this immortal world are also aware of the fact that your entire family isn't just any ordinary omega by nature, Sophia. Your parents used to be omega. But your parents are the most powerful omega of all the omega werewolves in this immortal world. And your parents were also appointed as Beta directly by Xavier's parents long ago." The eastern alpha pack sighed slowly.

* I demanded, but Nala simply closed her eyes, refusing to say more, leaving me entirely in the dark. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my temples. I was an Omega. Omegas didn't have hidden magic. We didn't have secret sparks. We were the lowest tier of the supernatural hierarchy, meant to serve, to heal slightly faster than humans, and to bear children for stronger wolves. The only magic in our world belonged to the ancient Lycan bloodlines, like Silas's, or the rare, reclusive witch covens that lived in the deep marshes. Whatever this humming was, it had to be a delusion brought on by the stress of the impending trial.

Lucas could have used her, but because he’s truly in love with her decided to sort for a different omega instead. The file explained how or the importance of the omega, within me or omegas were powers far greater than the norms. We’re walking bombs, and if operated correctly could become deflated rather than explode. They kept talking on how omegas are forbidden, destructive, and also powerful, yet I have never felt any power in my life. If I had, my life would suck and be a tragic tale. “No offense Salome, but we’re as ordinary or average as a wolf could get.” We’re just omegas, and it’s no specialty like they think it is.

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

"I say so because we all are testifiers to my next claim" He again pause. He gulp down his every saliva. My fingers nervously tap and beat the cracked lengthy bronze table. "We all can testify these are no mere rouge omegas". "They're way past and more powerful compared toms normal omega". "They're enhanced" His clustered palm which forecefully releases demonstrates. "Their strength surpasses a beta". "Same with their speed". "Their general abilities surpasses a beta". "Mere rouge's without an alpha are more powerful than an alpha".

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

Mom’s a healer. In the pack, there are different ranks. There’s the Alpha, leader of the pack, anpd the Luna, his mate. Then their family. Then the Beta—my dad—second in command. Next is the Gamma, third in command. Then the warriors, who guard the borders. Then hunters, in charge of food. And the healers, who tend to the injured. The lowest rank? Omegas. My rank. Omegas are the weakest werewolves. No strength to guard, no wisdom to heal. And among omegas, I might be the weakest.