Ohma Zi O Novels & Stories

"Why are you even interested in that Omega?" "Different from the opinion of the werewolves. Omega is not a weak and stupid species ... " Balthazar paused and then breathed out. "I once researched the characteristics of an Omega, at that time Omega was quite discriminated against by other werewolves. Even though my research was not finished, I remember that an Omega usually emits a certain scent that indicates the emotion they are feeling. When happy, Omega usually gives off a sweet, fruity scent. berries, then when frightened they give off a faint smell akin to a chemical-like sourness." "Then what smells when Omega lies?" asked Vincent, he seemed to be interested.

Aside from him and my brother Zen, I couldn't and wouldn't give a damn. Zen didn't say anything after that. We immediately went back to searching our supposedly Luna, the one and only Claire Hanzel. It was already annoying that she was an omega but now that she also had that Witch Whisper or something, it made me want to strangle her myself when I found her.

Emma said and took the ear pods away from Zada's ears without even looking at the phone. "Hey, I wasn't watching a movie. I was.. -" "It was awesome, Zada. Zi Zii is awesome." Emma gushed dreamily. The elder Ahmeds looked at each other and then at Zian who was face palming now. "Emma. I think we should talk later... " "Why later. I have to say now. Zi Zi is awesome. Ya Rouhi is awesome. Little Texas is awesome. I am awesome." "Yeah yeah. Everything is awesome." Zada agreed

" In a blink, the woman rushes inside, past Emma, and into Lucus arms. The smile that spreads across Lucus face is wide and instant as he gives the mystery woman a hug and replies, "Hey! I miss you too! It's been so long. I can't believe you're here." Emma stands there by the door, feeling left out and ignored, until Lucus finally introduces the woman to her. "Omega, this is Zix. She's my cousin who lives in Paris." "Hye, nice to meet you. Again, I'm Emma. I'm Lucus frien-"

I flinch anyway. “N-no,” I stammer, my voice humiliatingly soft. “I… I’m Zoey.” His brows lift, unimpressed. “That’s a name. Not an answer.” I swallow hard, fists clenching at my sides. “I’m the pack omega.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees, studying me. “You were born of Alpha blood… yet you crawl like you’re nothing.” Shame scorches through me, swift and merciless. I look away.

Suzie looks at Bella and then at her older brother, vaguely feeling the unexplainable tension between them, and secretly smiled before nodding as a sign of agreement to her brother’s statement. Bella, seeing through the match-making antics of her friend, smiled knowingly. “Thank you.” Shawn was immediately drawn to the ocean blue eyes of the most beautiful omega he had ever seen. Though omega’s were known to own ethereal beauty in exchange for their lack of power, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. He found himself gulping with much difficulty as his wolf begins to shift around him, no longer content with just watching the beautiful woman in front of him.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

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.

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "