Omega Bound Novels & Stories

His expression showed sudden sadness. “Wait, you’re an Omega? No way!” I just always found myself in surprise. “Yes. I am. I was until I took the blood oath in Leviathan. Everyone who does that oath nullifies the Omega trait, making them stronger. No one has known how it works till today. Even the Alpha.” “So, I’m still an Omega? I refused the blood oath.” I asked somewhat concerned. “Yes. You are still an Omega. But does it matter?” He smiled and continued.

"It's either you pay or you get used as payment" But today...." I tried speaking to her but she left not giving me audience In my clan Omegas are considered the weakest of all breeds. In Omegas the human blood is stronger than the wolf blood, which makes our wolf late.... and weak Normal Gamma wolves get their wolf at thirteen or sixteen and meet their mates at eighteen. But we Omegas don't shift until twenty and don't get our mate until age twenty two Because of that the clan doesn't trust us to live alone due to The Dire Lynx a creature specifically targeting weak omegas feeding on their consciousness and their existing Umbral instincts.

Sophia crossed her arms. “Chaos is exactly what the Covenant fears.” Elizabeth looked thoughtful. “Or what they want.” The room went quiet again. Lewis turned toward Victor. “Status of the Omega system.” Victor quickly checked the reactor monitor. “Omega reactor is stable, but it is still recharging.” “How long?” Lewis asked. “About five hours now.” Daniel rubbed his chin. “So we have five hours before we can use the ocean weapon again.” Sophia nodded. “And the Covenant will probably return before that.”

He taps the glass with his claw. "Omega Ravensalt, this is the official list of the most powerful Royal Wolf Bloodlines in the world," Garrick says. "The latest pack price for one single night with Magnus of the Saltwood Pack is thirty billion silver resources." My jaw hits the stone floor. I look at the magic mirror picture. The man in the glass looks super scary and noble, and his sharp eyes look like they are biting right through me. I swallow a big lump of spit. "So you are saying... I owe you thirty billion silver resources for last night?" I whisper.

***** Yet again I find myself in the ops room, the Omega wolf Damon sits behind the keyboard, furiously typing away. Another man stands in the room, by his scent I know he is a werebear. Tall and stout, similar height maybe an inch taller than the Beta, but just as broad. He turns to face us as the Beta and I walk in. His green eyes immediately twinkle and a wide grin forms across his face. “Well hello, gorgeous!” He says looking me up and down and giving me a wink. “Fuck off Tobias, she’s my mate!” The beta growls out causing my heart to thump harder and louder.

"Ang Wolf ay hindi tumitingin sa nakaraan. Ang Wolf ay nanunugis para sa kinabukasan!" ​Nagtagpo-tagpo silang muli sa main chamber ng tore. Doon, nakatayo ang Omega, ngunit hindi na ito isang anino. Mayroon na itong anyong tao—isang anyo na kamukhang-kamukha ni Liam, ngunit may mga mata ng isang patay na bituin. ​ANG HARAPAN SA TUKTOK ​"Ang galing niyo," palakpak ng Omega. "Nagawa ninyong talunin ang inyong sariling mga takot. Pero sapat ba 'yan para pigilan ang pag-harvest ko sa inyong mundo?"

The flicker of a candlelight illuminated his chiseled features, highlighting the tension in his jaw. "It's an omega, Alpha." Tobias's voice carried a trace of frustration, as if the words alone should have been enough to convey the gravity of the situation. "An omega?" Gregory says, finally looking up, his eyes meeting Tobias’s with a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Are you telling me that you, my Beta, can't handle a simple omega?" He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. Tobias had been his closest friend since childhood, someone who understood the nuances of his temper and still stood by him.

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

The bird flapped, then soared into the sky. I stumbled back, my chest tight. “What… what just happened?” My voice shook. Karen’s eyes narrowed slightly. She stepped closer, her presence steady, protective. “Only powerful wolves can heal like that,” she said gently. “And you, child… you are supposed to be an Omega.” Her calm tone steadied me, but her words pierced. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. My hands trembled as I stared at them. “If only strong wolves can do that, then what am I?”

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."