Non Omnis Moriar Novels & Stories

You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence. “ Quod deum exstinguere vult, deum incendit. Corruptio vestra, est vis mea. Finis vester, est initium meum. Dii et mortales, omnes in meo favore sunt. Peritis in tenebris, et oblivio vestra vestra est gloria.” (What seeks to extinguish a god, ignites a god. Your corruption is my strength. Your end is my beginning. Gods and mortals, all are in my favor. You perish in darkness, and your oblivion is your glory.)

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Defeated. “Good.” Morrigana’s smirk was slow, merciless. “I told you this would come in handy.” Oric chuckled darkly. “Well, I leave no stone unturned.” “Not ever.” She turned away, already moving on. “Plan A,” she said softly.

I refused to let my despair consume me any longer; I was ready to face whatever may come with unwavering strength. Standing tall amidst the darkness of the cell, I spoke with a voice filled with conviction, declaring, "I am Alpha and Omega, and there is no difference between us." My words rang out with resounding clarity, silencing the mocking chants of my fellow inmates and commanding their attention. As I continued to speak, the truth poured forth from me like a river breaking through its banks. I exposed the injustices of the system, highlighting how it favored the superior clans while leaving the omegas to languish in the shadows. I narrated how the lower clans did all the work and paid

"No! No! Not a threat...I mean it is a threat but not...like that!" I felt as if my brain was about to explode when I met his eyes, and then I covered mine hoping to lessen the embarrassment. "....Please forgive me, forget all what I said, I will leave now." "It is not from an injury." I was about to turn around when he spoke. "My physical form is immortal, but is weaker than the other gods." "But I will not tell you the reason for it being so." Like a death sentence the words fell, and like an impartial judge there was not a flicker of a fleeting emotion in his beautiful orbs, as if he had been speaking of someone entirely different.

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

Now they no longer looked down on Emily because the truth was that Emily was not an omega. The end.