Omega Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

I locked the door I used to enter the bathroom. However, I did not pay attention to the other door. I went to the bathroom and then walked over to the sink. I turned on the water, washed my hands, and then washed my face. I was reaching for a towel when I grabbed someone's hand. I jumped back. I quickly found a towel and dried my face. When I could open my eyes, I saw the person who had been in the bathroom with me. It is Alpha Wayne. I looked him up and down and realized he was wearing only a towel. I turned beet red and tried to rush out of the bathroom. I lost my footing and fell into his arms.

“Please make it quick, because I want to get out of here.” “I’ll get you out, I promise,” he said, “but you’ll have to wait just a little bit longer. I’m sorry.” “What? Why?” she said with frustration. “Because I’m not strong enough yet,” he replied. “Yet? You are not strong now, but you will be in a little while?” she mused. “I do not understand this.” Bruce took a deep breath of resignation. “Okay. Here goes,” he began. “Back in New York I had an encounter with a family of werewolves and I got a gash on my arm by one of them and now I’m contaminated.”

I was trembling from trying to endure it, and then I flung his hand away, murmuring, "That's enough." In an ominous tone, Bruce whispered, "I rebuke you." I answered in a deep, growling voice, "You don't even know who I am." Bruce whispered even lower, "Who are you?" "Their alpha and omega." "Your family's beginning and end?"

"We're sorry. We'll pay you back somehow. We'll work for you, do whatever you want—" "What I want," I said, selecting a particularly sharp blade from the case, "is for you to understand the consequences of your actions. You see, gentlemen, I have a reputation to maintain. When word gets out that three nobody alphas attacked my omega and lived to tell about it, it sends the wrong message." I tested the blade's edge against my thumb, drawing a thin line of blood. "It suggests that I'm weak. That my protection means nothing." Thomas Wayne was still trying to maintain his defiance, even hanging there like a piece of meat. "Your omega? That little slut isn't worth this trouble. You want to know w

the old man continued. “You said the vision she saw would help,” Wayne spoke. The old man nodded. “Before then, can I know what exactly Wayne's powers are? This Big Bad Alpha thingy, I feel there's more to it than the outside world knows,” Olive stated while staring at Wayne. “Oh, that one is between you and him. He should tell you everything. Bug him to tell you everything,” Mufasa replied. Wayne again shot him a deathly glare. But as always, he didn't seem to care that he was being glared at.

"Yes, he's stormed DelaVega City with his strike force. They've killed thousands of people and have burned down nearly a quarter of the City. He's now facing off against Warhammer Bruce." "Warhammer Bruce? He was a part of DelaVega City? This complicates things," Warhammer Bruce was a legend on the continent. He was a famous combat mage, not any less so than his father back then. He's a lot older than Saxon but in terms of strength he was not a bit weaker, he may even be slightly stronger. Xasha had fought Beemo before, and he could never stand up to his Saxon in terms of strength. So he wasn't sure how he would defeat Warhammer Bruce.

But when he saw Ashly walk in their school hall several years ago, he couldn't escape the charm that was brought by his wide smile. Then they were tasked with helping students in their school, and many of them are omegas. Alex wasn't a typical Alpha. He respects everyone, even Alpha or Omega. He was confident in his ability; he knew damn well he could pull this particular trick to earn more respect from Ashly. But what surprised him was Ashly's compliment. It's been a month, and for him, it's still new. He was helping others as well, as if he were really doing this for himself, more like Ashly. He managed to match Omega's emotions, and he helped them. That was how Alex found himself being dr

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B

“Come on.” I groaned. 30 minutes later, “Alpha Wolke,” Alpha Wyatt grumbled. He was sitting in an office chair across the table with his beta and gamma standing behind him like soldiers. “He looked like a villain in comics,” Bredon rolled with giggles and I couldn't agree more. Wyatt's thirst for power had made him hideous. Wyatt was just like many Alphas. He had clung to power so much that it had consumed him to the extent that it made him dangerous and unpredictable.

Zack still couldn't believe that Emily was also assertive. In Omega, she was known as a defensive figure among many werewolves. However, Emily was unique and different. Despite often being bullied by many werewolves, she was someone who bravely rose again and didn’t resign herself to the obstacles. This time, Emily's attitude truly caught Zack's attention. He felt challenged by the courage Emily displayed, as if she were not afraid of anyone. In Zack's eyes, Emily was not just a victim; she was a warrior ready to fight against injustice.