Omega Class Mutants Novels & Stories

"I'm not lying. I told you I'm a maid... Before she could finish her words, she felt a hot, resounding slap on her cheeks. "You fucking bitch!" Valerie screamed in anger. "You think we don't know? You're even wearing a scarf?" She pulled the scarf off her neck. She had seen the post circulating among werewolves. The wolfless omega seduced the alpha of the shadowmoon pack.

"I told you too nigga. The lady is too pretty to be owned by only you. She loved the was she was rocking me so no need to get dude. She's still yours but doesn't mind us sharing." I could already suspect they were fighting over a lady and it did sound absurd to me. I took another sip of my drink and my eyes caught a guy staring at me. He stared at me for a second before walking into the shadows and it looked suspicious but I was drawn out of my suspicions when I heard smashing of glasses. This place was rough and it had that reputation and I don't believe Morgan would actually keep me waiting in this kind of place where I can easily get injured. Maybe my dependency was part of the reasons he

Adrien was the spearpoint. They burst onto the final landing, a wide antechamber leading to the stairs to the summit. And there, Omega's last line of defense stood waiting. They were not guards. They were... things. Hulking, mutated creatures of fused flesh and dark metal, their eyes glowing with a soulless crimson light. Omega's personal abominations, designed for one purpose: utter, mindless destruction. They were the variable the Architect's maps couldn't predict.

Elder Zac continued, “he will no longer hold the title of Alpha. He will return to the rank of a normal pack member. An omega, if necessary.” My eyes widened. An omega? That’s the lowest rank in a pack. Omegas were not too respected and they were far from being leaders. They were treated more like helpers, sometimes even ignored. That’s crazy, I thought to myself. Was that even allowed? Could a whole Alpha be reduced to an omega? That seemed too harsh. I had only ever heard rumors of something like this happening, of alphas being stripped of their rank but I had never actually seen it happen. I never thought it could happen to someone like Kaden.

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."

I can sense that he hates me a lot. In the Angel organization, hunters must learn about werewolf packs; Although the information is scanty, it is still necessary to understand. So I also know a little about Dead Ocean. Dead Ocean is an archipelago located separate from the werewolf world. The archipelago is protected by mutant fish. Dead Ocean does not participate in any wars. Everyone in the pack is amiable and peace-loving. That's all I know about Dead Ocean. I've always been curious about what kind of fish the mutant fish that guard the Dead Ocean Islands are like. And I also want to know how the werewolves in Dead Ocean managed to control those mutant fish.

As her luscious voice filled the room with increasing intensity, the warmth within her grew, eventually causing it to flow and trickle down her inner thighs. Now, I had never been with a female human before, so I didn't know how the body worked. Was she supposed to be this soak? Because female elves didn't. The only type I knew who could produce this much natural lubricant was Omega wolves, especially when they were in heat. Not only did their bodies produce slick, but their scents would also be sweetened. Elena was a human, so why did she fall into those werewolf criteria? A question popped up inside my head as my tongue continued eating her out. Besides, I had never detected her scent unti

She looked like she had swallowed poison. It was one of the allied pack leaders. The one who had been most vocal about his doubts. "That," he said, standing, "is not an unstable omega. That's a warrior." Others joined the applause. Not all of them. But enough. Esme stood in the center of the yard, breathing hard, blood from a split lip running down her chin. She looked half-dead and completely alive at the same time. "Any other questions?" she asked.

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.