Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

Claire’s POV: They just kept fighting and fighting. Everything in the place was smashed up or ripped up. All of a sudden there was a huge crash! “ENOUGH!!” A man yelled. Everyone froze and kneeled. I was in too much shock. I just stood there with my mouth gapping open. Looking towards the voice I instantly froze. IT WAS THE ALPHA! At my own party! We made eye contact. Alpha Genesis walked toward the wolves who were fighting. They kneeled and exposed their necks. Clearly showing they were wrong. Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring.

And among omegas, I might be the weakest. I was born blind. I couldn’t see until I was four. While everyone my age was building strength and speed, I was learning to talk. I couldn’t speak a full sentence until I was eight. Most wolves have their first transformation at thirteen. I had mine at fifteen. Two years ago. Even now, I don’t shift on command like others. It takes great effort. And when I do, I’m too weak to do much after. Yeah. It’s that bad.

I would keep crying until she changed her mind. The only sin I committed was coming to this world as an Omega…. Omega are the weakest in the pack, useless members of the pack,they are rare in the pack and as for my pack the Silver Claw Pack I was the only Omega. I wasn't loved by the pack members because there was nothing I was doing for them. I was the last in the food chain. The only person that loved me was my uncle and he died while saving me from the rogues. He was the Delta of the pack at that time.

“With all due respect, Your Grace, we cannot be seen harboring, not just a rogue but an omega with a bastard child, my King. It sets a dangerous precedent. Rumors are starting to spread and after what our kingdom has gone through, some might start to question your judgement.” Elder Maric nodded in agreement. “He’s right. Our kingdom hasn’t seen an omega in centuries and for good reason too. If word of this mutt gets out, it’ll be disastrous. The tribes will see it as weakness.” The word mutt made my blood stir dangerously. A low growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it.

"I destroyed everything. Dad's gone because I wasn't there. Emma's leaving because I chose you over her again and again." "But Ethan—" "No, Victoria. I can't keep taking from her. I've taken three years of her life, her youth, her devotion. I've taken her healing abilities to save my father and restore my wolf. What more can I possibly steal from her?" Owe? I looked down at the urn in my arms and suddenly found it laughable. Three years of youth, three years of sleepless nights caring for his comatose father, three years of rebuilding his pack from ruins—and all I got in return was the word "owe."

“Bigger than you” That made my stomach twist. Realization crept in slowly, cold and unwelcome. “Is this about Nyvara?” But he didn’t answer. I scoffed. “What? The weakling goes away for a day and automatically becomes special,” “She was born special,” he corrected. “Only delayed,” “Born special? Nyvara? How?” His gaze softened, just a fraction. “That,” he said quietly, “is what I can’t fully tell you.” I laughed under my breath, sharp and humorless. “So I’m to walk into another pack blind?”

Controlled. Deadly. My shoulders tightened before I could stop them. Ronan stood three lockers down, bare-chested, pulling his jersey over one arm with infuriating ease. Up close, the scars were impossible to miss—old claw marks across his ribs, a faint line along his collarbone where something had nearly torn his throat out. This wasn’t a man who survived on reputation. This was a man who enforced it. “I skated like I wanted to stay on the team,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

He was simply something out of the imagination. The men immediately fell in awe of him, his aura enough to shake them to their bones. The women gaped at him, because they'd never seen anyone more beautiful. It took a while for attention to shift to the woman by his side. Their first thought was that she matched him perfectly. She was easily the most attractive at the event, with her striking silver eyes and pretty face. She looked good there, standing by the Lycan's side, but people soon began to remember her identity. She was an alpha daughter of the Chicago Pack, who somehow managed to be born an omega.

"Yes. My eyes mutated. They seem to have gained some kind of special ability. I can see through illusions, and I can read the trajectory and weak points of enemy attacks." "Really?" Ewan was stunned. Off to the side, Sanfrey's eyes flashed with a barely noticeable gleam. "There are no other changes so far." "You're really lucky. You were the first to take the GeneX Pill, and you actually mutated successfully and gained an ability. Who wouldn't envy that?" Ewan sighed in amazement. Gideon glanced at Sanfrey. "Is this guy also a mutant who swallowed the GeneX pill?" "That's right. Let me introduce you to Sanfrey Combs. After the mutation, he gained divine strength. His physical body has surpas

"She is an Omega. She is a pure girl. She always talked about you to me. She is very curious to know about you, Everett." "You don't have to treat her. Just go back. I will handle her wound." Everett said angrily. "Everett, she loves yo-" "She is just like others. She is afraid of me. You didn't see how she had reacted when she saw me like this." Everett bellowed in agony. His eyes turned flame orange. His cheeks started to burn. Conor shook his head. "She is a young girl. Of course she would be scared when she saw any new creature."