Omega Class Mutants Novels & Stories

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

"The ceremony goes on. New Luna is Victoria. I run this Pack now. I don't answer to anyone." "And Aria?" "If Damon wants her, she stays as a toy. If not, kick her out of the territory." "You think she won't snap?" "She's obsessed with me. She can't leave. Plus, her mother is mine. A mute Omega without Pack protection? She'd be dead in a week." They all turned to Damon, smirking. "Aria's got the body. You hit the jackpot, brother." Damon scoffed. "Jackpot? She lies there like a dead fish."

I yelled out while donning a pair of pants. As he entered the room, he responded with "Yes, Alpha." "What exactly is taking place here?" I inquired, but my motivation was merely to satisfy my own curiosity. "An omega is rumored to have stolen a ring belonging to a Luna," according to the rumor. It was his statement. Have you taken it? Oh, now, come on.

Another woman in the group glares at both me and the man next to me, as she hisses, “This is the reason why such brutal attacks can happen within the werewolf community. Teaching your pack that such hatred is acceptable, if not applauded, is wrong. We should not discriminate based on a person’s second gender. Even though I’m a beta, I would have never looked down on any omega. They aren’t breeding machines, as I’m sure you would call them, but they are the ones who nurture and care for the pack, along with the Luna.” She pauses for a moment, but no one says anything. She takes a deep breath and continues, “Are you forgetting that all Lunas were originally omegas before omegas seemed to

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

"The Omega Bloodsong is not a normal illness, Sama Arthur. It's a presence, a natural aspect of your being now. It's requesting to remove your own shadow. And its interaction with the embryo. that's a field of magic and biology no one has ever had the courage to venture into." "So you're saying there's nothing we can do?" Dean Wason insisted, his tone laced with a dangerous undertone. There was desperation in his words that was the opposite of the Alpha he once was, the man who had always known a path around every obstacle. "We don't even know the magnitude of the mutation," Alex Henry broke in. "Is it just the smell? Or is it something deeper? Is its wolf growing too powerful, too fast? Is

Impossible! Omega powers since the beginning of time have only ever been focused on werewolves. Some gifted omegas can also influence wild wolves but that is the extent of differentiation. Feeling a rat’s emotion, another species completely, it is not something that should even be possible. My body shakes in anticipation of finding out what else I can do with this body of mine. I sit still, close my eyes and reach out, there are hundreds of these vermin down here. I connect with them and send them waves of reassurance, urging them out of their hiding places. When I open my eyes, I nearly squeak with panic again. Hundreds. The entire floor is covered with twitching bodies of rats. They stand

"Let me tell you about the origin of omega abilities." I leaned forward, listening intently. "Thousands of years ago, the Moon Goddess gave certain wolves special gifts. Some received strength and leadership—they became Alphas. Others received tactical minds—the Betas. And some received the ability to sense and strengthen bonds—the Omegas." "I know this story." "You know the sanitized version. The truth is darker." Morrigan's milky eyes fixed on me. "Where there is light, there is shadow. Some omegas discovered they could twist bonds instead of strengthen them. They could corrupt connections. Create dark versions of bond magic."

The moment I stepped down, he drove off so I began to walk towards the school gates. It had been three whole years since the outbreak of what we called the plague, a deadly virus that had ravaged half of the pack from its eastern borders right to the center. Although a handful of people know about its existence, it still posed a threat to our pack’s existence. “There is some sort of mutation inside of them. What you see is as a result of an omega being twisted from the inside in a way their wolves obviously couldn’t take so it resulted in this, a half baked mutation.” The healer’s words echoed at the back of my mind.

Wolf eyes, even in human form. And behind him, chained together: six omegas. Children. The oldest can’t be fifteen. The youngest. Goddess. The youngest is maybe eight. Eda is in the middle. I know it’s her. Galen described the birthmark on her cheek. Crescent moon. Same as his. “You’re trespassing,” Raze says. His voice is silk. Rotten silk. “Stone Jaw. Red River. Did Vincent send you? He’s late on his delivery.” “Vincent’s dead,” Alaric says. “I killed him.”