Omega Class Mutants Novels & Stories

“But yours—” “Both of them are lit up,” I said, “What does that even mean?” “Truly, you have developed omega traits, but you still have your Alpha traits,” Gerard said, “which is weird, because my drugs don’t work this way.” Gerard began his medical gibberish about how Alphas and omegas have an extra part of the brain called something that sounded like what could summon a demon, how his drug altered that part and neurotransmitter, breaking genetic sheath—whatever the fuck that meant.

Alpha Sae was confused as to what was happening and why Beta Allan knew her. "Who is he, Denise?" Denise was now standing beside Alpha Sae staring at Beta Allan but Alpha Sae noticed how silent Denise was so he just shook his head and told them to begin the meeting. The meeting was going on and Denise was taking notes of everything they had said. Beta Allan was surprised to see how good Denise was at taking down notes, she she every important word, and she wrote it perfectly even Alpha Sae. As far as they know, Omegas are not intelligent and not wise enough to do what high-ranking wolves can do. That is why Omegas are only for doing house chores or to become their maid as that is what they o

he thought. Moxie had been around humans before but never one that was also an Omega, Omega’s were different not only were they made with the ability to carry and pass on the wolf’s power but their genetic makeup was purposefully enticing to the human and the wolf both and if you weren’t careful or properly in tune with yourself you could lose control to the animal instinct within, and unfortunately Mjs arousal was more than intoxicating it had affected everyone in the room. Unfortunately for Moxie he let his wolf’s desire be heard and was now on the verge of paying for it with his life.

"I don't care if you have to burn the entire server farm—don't let them have his pack!" The bone-white towers began to open. Not doors. Fissures. The Apostles descended—three silhouettes made of shifting smoke and vitrified bone. They glided, their presence compressing the air until the quartz pillars in the hall began to weep liquid gold. They were the original Alphas. The ones who had decided five centuries ago that an Omega was just a battery. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE CONDUIT] [STATUS: GOLDEN MUTATION 95%]

Alvara asked in excitement. “ Omega level mutants are the strongest mutants with the most powerful potential mutant abilities and multiple mutant powers like immortality, extreme manipulation of matter and energy, high psionic ability, strong telekinesis and so on. They are the ones considered as the most serious threat, capable of wide scale destruction and totally impossible to take down or kill. They are the most powerful among all the other 5- level Mutants………......

He was either the beta leader, one of the omegas, or he had yet to acquire his Status. No one would really know their Status until the Blessing Ritual, one that happens in the Coming-of-Age Ceremony. The statuses are separated into three categories; alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas are the most likely wolves to be given by the goddess a considerable portion of her strength to defend against the vampires, the beta is the second while the omega almost got nothing from the goddess. They were considered ‘normal’ wolves and were the wolves that dominated the number of the pack. Aside from hoping to get an offensive type Blessing from the goddess, the omegas are merely humans that can shapeshift and

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

In short, the room was full, and I felt like I was about to pee myself. “Breathe, Aria,” Kael said quietly. “You know we can smell your fear and hear your heartbeat. You are not prey. Remember that. You are not prey.” My back straightened by itself, and I lifted my head to meet the eyes staring at me. Many of their eyes looked wild, as if their beasts were looking through them, and I guessed they were trying to use dominance to test me. Which would never work. Omegas were not part of the normal structure. Our designation stood separately, even though technically we could be seen as the least dominant.

"Clement isn't the only one in the basement. The researchers found something in the blood samples you sent last week." Phineas sat up, his hair a mess, his crown tilted. "What did they find?" "The serum isn't just for Omegas." Lucian stood up and began to straighten his tunic. "It’s working on humans. But the mutation is... unstable." "How unstable?" "The first subject didn't shift into a wolf." Lucian looked at the window. The moon was rising. "He shifted into something else. Something the scouts are calling a 'Wraith'."

"And they have something no one else has. Nullifying wolves. Bred specifically to resist omega auras. Immune to the calming effect that is your greatest weapon." I pressed my hand to my chest, where the bond web hummed. The omega calm had saved me in the cave, in the pit, on the Conclave platform. It was the one weapon no one else could replicate. And the Frostmarch had bred wolves specifically to counter it. "How long do we have?" I asked. Corvus shrugged. "Months. Maybe weeks. They don't announce themselves. They just arrive. One day the border is quiet. The next day it's on fire."