Omega And Hunter Novels & Stories

The omega said as she stepped out of the house, she looked towards the cemetery as more wolves rose from their graves begin to surround the house. “HUNTER! OH GODDESS PLEASE HURRY, THEIR GOING TO KILL OUR BABY!” Ahnyla yelled through mind link. “Something is happening to my mate and pup, she's being attacked.” Hunter said as he turned to his alpha before sprinting towards his house. Fear gripped his heart, guilt washed over him, as he thought about something happening to his pup. He had always kept his distance from his pup, not really connecting with her. He knew it was his fault for being so focused on finding Oceana.

My brain attempted to do something, to save Christian from the hands of the werewolf hunters but even my arms and legs were not participating, I believed it had something to do with the bullet that sunk into my chest. The situation went identical to Christan even in his werewolf form. "Do you think that little wolf was the one who we failed to chase the other night?" one of them asked. I could barely see anything around me but my other senses were still working just fine. Then one of the werewolf hunters tapped my head with the tip of his rifle. "That little one was a newly-bitten omega. But this one here, I believe was the wolf who dared sneak into our den."

Ivan bowed deeply, but he said, “I’m sorry, Alpha, I can’t leave her with you. The Luna instructed me to take her back to the pack’s dungeon, no matter what.” Hunter’s Alpha Aura rippled out from him. It was so strong that I felt it flooding my veins, and I almost wanted to do as he said and give up the antidote. Almost. Ivan didn’t dare look him in the eye as Hunter growled, “I’m asking you one last time, Ivan. Give the Omega to me.” “Sorry, Alpha,” Ivan said, picking a bit of lint off his jacket. “I work for Luna Amy, not you.” Hunter’s Alpha Aura rolled away again as he looked between Carl and Jeff. “Fine,” said Hunter, as if he were just giving Ivan the last chip and nothing more, “I’ll

“Okay, we need help. I’ll find Elowen. She knows this castle well, there has to be some way we can escape.” Serena nodded. “I haven’t been trained for this. I don’t have a commander, and I need one.” I grabbed her arms. “Pull yourself together. If all the High Alphas are missing, then they’re counting on us.” “You’re just an omega, and that friend of yours, I’m pretty sure her wolf isn’t as strong either!” “I’m not just an omega. I’m a Hunter.” Her eyes widened in shock. “Shit.” “Don’t freak out, I am part wolf.”

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

The first hunter lunged. Fast. Too fast. Kai intercepted him midair, their collision sending a shockwave through suspended space. I gasped as their powers clashed, silver light against something darker and older. The other silhouettes began emerging from the portal. Three. Four. More. The Moon Goddess growled, shifting into full wolf form and leaping toward one of them. “You cannot win this confrontation,” the elegant hunter said calmly as she advanced toward me. “Watch me,” I breathed. She struck first.

Wayne continued, "for some months now, I have been trailing some groups referred to as the wolf hunters." I could see their cheeks coloring at the news knowing different thoughts would be racing through their minds. A werewolves worst night mare is knowing, wolf hunters are on their trail. "Where did you hear this from?" Charlie inquired. "Let me finish dad, please. I was mistaken actually, they were just a couple of teenagers obsessed with the idea of werewolves. But, it still bothers me as we aren't certain if they are real or not, which is why it's important to be more vigilant to avoid becoming a victim." Said Wayne.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

The last thing that he wanted was for them to get their hands on one of the omegas. Those hunters were evil. They didn't see a being that was pure of heart, with no blood on their hands. All they saw was the wolf that they could change into. And that was bad no matter how good their soul was. It worried Jett. Because he knew that they wouldn't stand a chance against their torture methods.