Ohma Zio Novels & Stories

She walked towards him, hitting him on the nape. "Mom!" Zac whined, choking and coughing. "You stupid pup. You are here eating when I've thought of ways to get what we want" Immediately, Zac gave his mother his attention. "How?" Myra leaned down and whispered. "The Omega" "I don't understand, he's just an Omega. What is he going to give us? He's worthless. His only worth is giving birth" Zac hissed.

BaoBao humphed in agreement. Just as Neoma neared the quiet and dead area where the omegas of different packs gathered, BaoBao sounded alarmed again. [Ward’s eyes are on her! It’s like you said!] Zira moved deeper into the shadows, thus distancing herself from the other omegas. Nobody cared about her movements for two reasons. She was a Darkfire, and Neoma had returned. The tougher omegas jumped at the chance to belittle someone weaker than them. The others laughed at her. Meanwhile, Zira closed her eyes and kept her back towards the group. She looked completely disinterested in everything around her. Nonetheless, she was informed that Neoma had taken note of her.

I am an omega. My name is Zhane Bradshaw, and I am one of the rare breed of werewolves, male omega as they called us and werewolves like us were forced to hide, finding different methods to blend in the crowd in order to survive this brutal world. Unfortunately, I barely even got the chance before I was sold to a merciless alpha by my own big brother in exchange for luxury.

A side which, possibly, had the capacity for the 'purity of heart' her mother spoke of. "We have to," Rhea whispered, clasping the journal to her chest. "For my mother. For us. For any Omega who might come after me." "Did you find anything else in the archives, Archivist Noria?" Zane's voice was quiet, his head leaning in conspiratorially. "Anything about. old Omega bonds? Ones with, shall we say, 'unfortunate' endings?"

Zeev went home straight with the thought of the possibility of Zane’s birthmark. Of course, humans bear a mark, too, although not as special as theirs. However, what confuses him is the fact that Zane’s mark is almost like a mirror of his cousin’s print. Though it was a bit foggy in the shower, he could also tell the color of it that spans under his skin. Zeev then enumerated the weird things surrounding his classmate. “He’s not affected with our werewolf’s pheromones… even the gifts don’t work on him either. He’s strong enough to fight the newborn, and he’s an omega at that,” Zeev strode back and forth in his room.

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

"Of Course, he was the most powerful wolf. The only Zeta werewolf alive on earth," "Zeta?" "Zeta is a breed of werewolf that is most powerful, they are uniquely taller and well built. Even their growls can be heard from far away. Their color is unique and even his human form was extremely powerful and well built," "Yeah, that I know. His muscles and body is so fine and powerful," He laughed suddenly. "He isn't even half of what he used to be when he had powers," "You can't be serious," I stated, totally amazed.

I pressed. Zayn hesitated for a moment before answering. "I'm an Omega," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. What?! I couldn't believe my ears. Omegas were the lowest rank in the werewolf hierarchy, the ones who were often bullied and looked down upon by their more powerful counterparts. I walked towards the bed and quietly lay down without saying another word to Zayn because I felt so disappointed. I was shocked and wounded in my heart. I had always dreamt of marrying an Alpha, someone powerful, someone who could protect me from any danger.

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.”

Hot tears streamed down his cheeks. "This isn't real… wolves, destiny, heat… I'm human. I'm normal. I…" Adrian tightened his grip on his waist. His thumbs traced slow circles over his hip bones, beneath his shirt. Each movement sent direct shocks to the center of Ethan's body. "You're not normal," Adrian interrupted, his voice low and firm. "You're rare. A male Omega. A phenotype that the old books said was extinct. Your scent doesn't lie. Your body doesn't lie. And your heat is beginning to manifest because you've found what you needed: a compatible Alpha." Me.