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.

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

About two months ago, I had won the tickets for winning a radio contest by answering the stupidest, most meaningless question I had ever heard. What would happen if the ozone layer broke? I’d heard the announcer say and well, I couldn’t believe the answers I had heard, so, tired of hearing so many people repeat that we all would die on more than one occasion, I had rolled my eyes and called the station with the answer .

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

Life never becomes that simple. Not even when your true mate happens to be a witch. “We should lie down,” I say when the promise I made barely changes her expression. She walks to the bed and climbs onto it beside Damian. Her back turns toward me as she settles there. Moving in after her, I lie down behind her and wrap my arms around her body. Both hands rest over her stomach and chest. A quiet warmth flows from my palms. That energy comes from my Omega charm. It exists to steady my Alpha when the beast inside him grows too strong. Zara needs that same calm now. The need is just as real as it is when Damian slips into one of his violent, beast-filled rages.

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

I could feel the hairs on my body rise as these thoughts threatened to consume me and I shook my head gently to clear it. Making my way back to my office once I recovered. Zoe was shuffling from one foot to another on her spot and I could see that the long wait had affected her. The moment she heard the door close, she whipped her head back so fast, I feared it might disconnect from its root. One thing remained though, the same look of confusion that had been swirling in her dark eyes previously were still doing the same. I settled down in my seat and watched her for a moment. There were different kinds of omegas when they were purchased or acquired. The ones that were excited at the prospec

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”

Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

Zinnia gulped nodding her head. "Yes, I can't stand this, whenever you touch her, it hurts me not just emotionally but my wolf is hurting physically too, I can't stand this pain. I am an omega, you know we aren't strong enough to endure our mate being intimated with another woman and even marking her." Dante stared at her silently, he sighed raising his hand to touch her face but she stepped back avoiding his touch which didn't fail to anger him.