Most Powerful Mutant Omega Level Novels & Stories

Outside, rebels were forcing their way through breaches which had been made by defenders who were laying down arms as individual consciousness came back to fighters who had been stuck in their own bodies as corruption used their expanded powers for purposes conflicting with all they'd learned about pack bonds and alpha responsibility. Kael's desparate attempt had been unsuccessful, his understanding of supernatural powers inadequate to match omega powers that were strengthened by bonds he'd never experienced and couldn't comprehend in worldview that saw compassion as a flaw rather than seeing it as foundation for power that could motivate rather than command loyalty.

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.

“Do you now that omegas aren't really that weak. We are the last rnak in the werewolf power hierarchy but we sure do have some benefits. I rolled my eyes, kickin' my feet against a stone on the floors asI snapped on sone trousers. I made my way down the rest of the forest as I ignore the thing aged just said. I wasn't interested in what she was saying. To be very honest, she was speaking shit. And I wasn't buying into it. What stupid use could an omega spirit wolf be of? What? I asked myself for a long while before I finally decided to ask her questions. The corners of my lips pulled into a tight skike as I opened the mind link to send her a question. “What use are you of? Are you strong? Do

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

“I’m confused… Can you shed more light?” ‎ ‎I pulled my chair closer, feeling the warmth radiate off her body. “Take, for instance… you.” ‎ ‎Her eyes widened, confusion giving way to intrigue. “Me… how?” ‎ ‎“Seraphina,” I said, voice dropping to a near whisper, “you have a special power, something I’ve never seen in anyone, not even an alpha. And I believe Omegas aren’t fully cursed. They just need someone to bring out their full potential.

“You always fail. Dorian… Bryan… the pack… they’ll be lost because of you.” I slammed my fist against the nearest mirror. Shards fell, clattering across the floor, but the visions persisted. My wolf growled, deep and resonant, driving the fear back. I drew a deep breath, summoning every ounce of my Omega strength, forcing the illusions to bend to my will. My energy pulsed outward, warping the mirrors, shattering the false fears. “I am not weak,” I growled. “I am Omega. I am the protector. I control my power, my choices, and my heart.”

The lead guys scoffed. “What is your point?” I stepped closer, and I sniffed. “Your what? A low gamma?” I threw my head back and laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” The man looked bewildered. “What?” “You are the lowest rank fucking possible, and you think you have the right to bully an omega?” I laughed harder. Bending down at my waist to catch my breath. While I was bent over, I grabbed for the omega. “Get up.” His eyes flashed to mine and I could see a tiny bit of panic, but it was smothered by the hope there. Once he stood, I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Let me be very clear here.” I stepped closer to the male. “An omega is more important than your fucking pathetic rank. And you

Not to mention if the rogues decide to transform as well, they could pose a significant threat. Then Brianna suddenly remembered one of the rumors that she heard back in school. During the year when her parents prohibited her from being friends with Omega… Brianna always secretly tries to learn about them, and she does that by eavesdropping on their group talk during the school break. The Omegas, besides being the weakest in physical combat, hold the secret power that none other wolves have. It was the power they could form if they were in danger, and that power was… A mate called—A power to call their mate by using their blood.

Impossible! Omega powers since the beginning of time have only ever been focused on werewolves. Some gifted omegas can also influence wild wolves but that is the extent of differentiation. Feeling a rat’s emotion, another species completely, it is not something that should even be possible. My body shakes in anticipation of finding out what else I can do with this body of mine. I sit still, close my eyes and reach out, there are hundreds of these vermin down here. I connect with them and send them waves of reassurance, urging them out of their hiding places. When I open my eyes, I nearly squeak with panic again. Hundreds. The entire floor is covered with twitching bodies of rats. They stand

One of the warriors stood, “Sire, thank you for having confidence in us enough to discuss strategy. I know a bunch of us already have ideas.” I smiled and stood, “You will be fighting this war with us. We wouldn’t think of not including you. You need to keep this information in mind while coming up with your strategy ideas. I am not only a werewolf omega, but my bear is also a blue bear.” There were several men who started whispering and one woman stood, “I thought being an omega is a bad thing.” I smiled, “That is what a lot of people think. I am what we call a true omega. I have calming waves.” One man stood, “I don’t feel anything.” I chuckled, “I am storing them. Let me show you.” I rele