Omega Book Novels & Stories

Mama Mariah sat hunched over her reading desk, her eyes dim but alive, tracing the words as if they carried breath. Little Dawn and Mama Wrenlow sat across her, listening. Mama Wrenlow's lips moved softly, reading aloud to the silence: "And among the howling packs and chained hearts of segregated omegas, there rose one who feared none - the Omega of the Frosted Wind." She paused, her fingers trembling slightly before turning the brittle page.

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

If there's a female lead and a male lead, there is also a psychopath villain and its name is Phoenix Valcarcel. This world was the kind of werewolf type but it doesn't really focus on those werewolves but rather focused on the war between the clan, bloody scenes are all over in the chapter and it has even gore. Even the two protagonists aren't even considered to be kind just like the other character in the novel, but rather it was kind of schemers and they are also as horrible as the villain. They are like a villain dressed up as protagonists in their world, there are Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alpha's the dominant type, the betas are the one who will assist the Alpha and the Omega are the rare

"He says I am worthless." I stare at her. "You are not ugly," I say. She shrugs. She does not believe me. "I was going to be an omega. I did not want to be an omega." "What is an omega?" "An omega is a girl who has not been claimed. They are the lowest of the pack. They do not get to run with the others. They do not get to hunt." I feel bad for her. She ran from her pack because she did not want to be an omega. But she ended up a prisoner instead. She is stuck in the white wolf's lair and she will never run with anyone.

“There are stories… ancient ones. Stories about omegas who weren’t really omegas. About wolves who carried power in their blood but never knew it—until something forced them to awaken.” I clenched my fists. “And you think that’s what happened to me?” “I don’t think, Angelina. I know.” The certainty in his voice sent my heart racing. I took a deep breath. “Then tell me everything.” Luca hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a book from the bottom shelf of his desk. The leather cover was cracked with age, the pages yellowed. He placed it in front of me and flipped it open to a faded illustration.

"I know what I have to do. This is something that has to be done, I won't mess it up. You can always count on me to make you proud, Mother." When the conversation died, Odessa moved away from the door with a wide grin on her face that showed she had indeed hit the jackpot. Who would have thought a lot was going on in the perfect Black Fur Pack? Who would have thought there was a lot buried under their feet and hidden under their nose? In just a simple conversation, Odessa knew she now had the power to get what she wants. Luna Yaletha wasn't a werewolf but a witch. Oswald wasn't the real future Alpha of Black Fur Pack but an imposter and Oswald was a witch.

It was a book full of yellow pages. 'An ancient book?' She took it and came back to her table. She opened the book and looked at the first page. She saw a brown wolf with orange eyes, she then turned the pages and saw different types of wolves portraits. From Alpha, Beta, Theta, etc every type of wolf was there in the book. She started to read. 'Alphas are very powerful. They are the head of every rank. So he has to protect the whole pack.' She looked at the omega wolf's portrait. But it was a messy blonde color wolf. 'Omegas are very fragile creatures. They always need protection, they need someone who gives them safety. Most of Omegas' mates are mated with Beta and Theta Wolves.

My eyes locked on her face, taking in every expression that crossed it. She bit her lip and nodded, rubbing her hand under her nose, she looked at me, rocking back and forth, “So, My birth mother was an Omega. She was wanted by men everywhere, and my father, he was willing to share, for a price. When she got pregnant with me, they didn’t want me. However,” she scoffs a laugh, “They waited until my wolf appeared when I was five. Just long enough for me to remember them, Omega’s don’t designate until they are about twelve, but my mom didn’t care. I wasn’t useful to them so they threw me away like yesterday's trash.” She pushed her hand through her hair before bringing her knee’s up and hugging

Every new completed circle turns out to be the worst for her, she always cries her eyes out with no one to console or be there for her. At her age, she's still yet to have her own wolf. She saw other wolves of her pack having their own wolf at least, when they completed their sixteenth birthday but reverse was the case for her. "Did you not hear me?" Her father growled at her with the attempt of slapping her face again and she held her breath with her eyes tightly shut already preparing for the worst but the slap she expected never came. "Tch...!" She heard him hissed in deep irritation, withdrawing his hand as she let go of her seized breath and opened her shut eyes. "Of course, I hear you,

“She lives across the hall from you?” Calliope tilted her head, pleased and smug. “Mmm. Lena Marlowe. Sweet girl. Strong energy. A wolf heart she hasn’t discovered yet.” Silas’s eyes widened. “She’s latent?” “Maybe,” Calliope said, far too casually. “Or maybe she’s something rarer.” Ronan’s pulse jumped. Heat slid down his spine. His wolf rose again, attentive. Calliope watched them like a cat watching mice. “Both of you felt it, didn’t you?”