Omega Bound Novels & Stories

We practiced coordinated attacks where warriors moved as one unit, guided by omega bond connections. Moonridge sent one hundred warriors to support us. Rachel, their Beta, arrived personally to coordinate. “Your alliance saved us,” I told her. “Alliances work both ways. If Ironwood defeats you, they will come for us next.” Rachel surveyed our preparations. “Besides, I want to see these omega abilities in action. The stories sound impossible.” “They are not stories, Watch.” I gathered ten omegas and linked them to twenty warriors. Then I projected unity across all thirty wolves. They moved in perfect synchronization, attacking practice dummies with devastating coordination.

Dante paused a moment, “but baby you gotta understand, the thing about Omega’s is they are the most enticing creature on this planet” Mj looked a little confused and her eyes began to flash. Dante knew she was draining and would pass out soon, letting the wolf pump their power through you did a number on the human body and it took conditioning to get used to it. Most wolves started from youth and since Omega’s only used the wolf's power when they were in danger they usually became pretty drained the first few times.

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

Then I see the brief brush of wrist against Magnus, the fractional shirt in her scent directed at Magnus. Magnus inhales, exhales, and leans closer without realizing it. I brace waiting for it to hit me, to prove that I'm getting betrothed to my mate, the one made for me and nothing happens , no pull , or loss of clarity like I feel with Ronan. Nothing happens, no reaction or softening, just a cold, unsettling awareness. That's an Omega technique she pulled on Magnus. Why didn't it work on me, and moreover, Rhea is a beta wolf.

Angrily, they launched at her. “How dare do this to our friend? What do you think you are?” They questioned. She didn't move a bait, looking at them like trash, she felt disgusted by their looks. Immediately to they at her, she eliminated them with ease, throwing and kicking them, as she snapped their heads one by one. After she was done, she was the frightened look on the woman's face, she was an Omega, at her age, she was supposed to have a mate or something, it seems luck didn't down on her.

I asked. The mage smiled, nodding. "The chosen Omega has awakened, her wolf eager to challenge corrupt leaders." "How powerful is this Omega?" I inquired. The mage smirked. "She's as powerful as ten Alphas combined, with divine gifts to see visions and heal the sick." I was stunned. Such a powerful Omega existed, and I'd never heard of her? Emilia sighed deeply. "Can this Omega see gods and goddesses?" The mage nodded intently. "Give me your hand, Emilia."

The staff are a mixture of non-ranked wolves and Omega wolves. Omega wolves are wolves who are – for whatever reason – unable to shift. They have heightened senses and can even speak to their wolf spirit, but because they can’t shift a lot of packs mistreat Omegas or treat them as less than everyone else, but we don’t believe in that. We don’t enslave anyone and being staff here is a paid job like any other. It’s offered to anyone who wants it, and we offer them free room and board if they wish.

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.