Omega Book Novels & Stories

“A wolf has never been claimed by an Icelander before, so nobody knows if you are going to survive it. But since you survived the blood bond, I’m sure you’d be fine” I glare at him. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I need to know now if I can survive it. I’m just an omega and…” “Cut it out Crinka. Alphas and omegas don’t actually matter here. If you’re weak, you’re weak and if you’re string, you’re strong”, Eloive says. “Thanks for not making me feel any better”. “You’re welcome”, he says with a smile, before leaving me alone with Ruarc.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

Connor yelled at me. “She…. is…not…dead.. Alpha.” He said amidst the choking. “What?” I released my grip making Luke fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Then what's the bad news?” Connor frowned. Luke stood up from the floor and met my gaze. “She is an Omega, Alpha Ryan.” “What?” “She is an Omega sir,she has lost too much blood and she can't survive.We all know that Omegas are weaker than us on a normal day not to talk of what she has gone through.”

There was little chance of starting a major fire here, and it was a little more sheltered since there were plenty of trees blocking the wind. Now, she stood on the edge of the water, her palms together and her elbows out, like some sort of yoga pose. Sweat dripped from her hairline as she glared at a book lying on the ground. It was an old copy of The Omega’s Role, which was an outdated take on Alpha and Omega dynamics—it basically advocated that Omegas should be happy to die for their Alphas if the Alpha wanted to brutally murder them. As such, it wasn’t one that we cared about damaging if this went wrong. Ruby glanced at me from the corner of her eye.

The Omega smells like a thin mint from God’s personal girl scout cookie stash. Her scent is so alluring that the great Victor Erickson kneels down to get a better taste. He’s not above it. His wolf is screaming at him to get closer. He wants to press his nose all up on that scent gland, on this Omega, who may or may not be alive. A gun clicks at his temple. “Just try it, motherf*cker,” a voice sounds, much deeper than expected of a typical Omega. In her half-dead state, the Omega has managed to disarm Victor and place him at gunpoint.

Blade shouted, It was not a request, it was an order. Bella Manchor was the omega to the air winder pack, she was not just an omega, she was a wolf less werewolf. Her life was difficult, but became like hell when she got mated to the most wicked, arrogant, deadly and vile alpha, alpha Lucas, who used her for his sexual pleasures and afterwards, rejected her, but as fate may have it, she ran away from the pack, running into the hands of the vampires.

She pulled Jessica behind her and walked out on her own, " Have you said enough? I'm really tired of all your Grade-based discrimination talk. How shameless. " "No one ever seems to doubt the saying that Alpha is by nature the strongest, bravest, smartest, kindest werewolf. Omega is the weakest, most cowardly, stupidest, most vicious werewolf. But I would love to ask you guys, is every Alpha you see in your daily life really that perfect? Is every Omega really that bad? "

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

He had two cups of black coffee in his hands. He set one down in front of her. "Stop reading that stuff." Adrian’s gaze flicked to the tablet screen, his tone low. Ava picked up the coffee and took a sip. Bitter. No sugar. "They’re not lying." She looked straight into his eyes. "I am an Omega. I don’t have a wolf spirit. I can’t beat a single full-grown werewolf in a fight." Adrian came around the desk and stopped beside her. Then he pulled her up from the chair and wrapped her in his arms. His chin rested lightly against the top of her head.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.