Omega Class Mutants นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

Sergetti patted Matt on the shoulder. "When he was a student, he bit your balls. Now that he is your loyal servant, I wish he severe it from your body" Haynes laughed like the maniac he was. "There had been a lot of development lately that you need to know about. I don't know how scarce omega werewolves are but the only one in your proximity is now bound to me. When I cough, she coughs. If I bleed, she bleeds. And if the war you incited claim my life. You will have to continue your search for another omega. I hope you find one in time before your body will expire and won't be revive-able" Sergetti mocked Haynes. He was just getting him cornered with all his wits.

Riska, though clearly shocked, immediately activated her Master AI. "Master AI, scan the Mutant Alpha! Find a weakness!" The Master AI blinked yellow, hovering in the air, projecting a complex data hologram. << MUTANT ALPHA ANALYSIS (THE BEHEMOTH): OMEGA CLASSIFICATION BIOLOGICAL ENTITY. EXTREMELY HIGH PHYSICAL RESISTANCE. >> << WEAKNESS: HYPERSENSITIVE TO SPECIFIC HIGH-FREQUENCY SOUNDS (ULTRASONIC) AND FOREIGN ORGANIC CONTAMINATION (PARTICULARLY HIGH-ACID SUBSTANCES OR CONTENT TRIGGERS). >>

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

"Little omega thinks she's worthy enough to go to the Mating Ceremony. How. quaint." Thane and the other wolf, a scrawny male named Fenrir , snickered in a consenting manner. "Yeah, Zephyrine, you're just a joke," Thane said. "No one wants a weak, pathetic omega like you." I tried to stand straight, even though three of them pinned me. "I'm not weak," I said, attempting not to let my voice tremble. "And neither am I pathetic. And I am very much as worthy to be at that mating ceremony as the rest.

“Seventeen currently contained at the medical research camp. Six terminated during capture attempts.” “And those missing?” I asked, dreading the answer. The Chairman’s eyes met mine. “We fear they may be undergoing the transformation process. Possibly held somewhere before being released as weapons.” “Weapons against whom?” Dominic demanded. “Against their own kind? Why would anyone create wolf mutants to attack other wolves?” “Power,” Alpha Benjamin stated simply. “Imagine controlling a force of supercharged wolves with no human conscience to hinder their violence.” The implications were not lost on any of us. Warriors stronger than Alphas, unable to shift, driven only by bloodlust—the perf

Her nostrils flare infinitesimally, though I can’t imagine why. “You’re the Alpha, you tell me,” she says, her tone sounding sour. At her words, I can think of only one reason she wouldn’t be training with the pack, so I sniff the air around us focusing harder on her scent, this time not getting distracted by how delicious it smells, and just there under the sweet, spicy fragrance is what she’s talking about. “You’re an Omega,” I say, compassionately. Every mutolupus carries the scent of a wolf, but with an Omega, the scent is just a fraction weaker due to the fact they can’t shift.

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

like a misbehaving person. Hayley laughed, "no. It's like this. A human can be turned by the scratch or bite of a wolf, but not by the blood. I'm guessing that when you did the gene splicing, it mutated your DNA, automatically turning you and your friends into rogues. That could be one way." "The other could be that the wolf you killed was your Alpha, since it was his DNA that turned you. And since he was no more, you guys became rogues instead of omegas."