Omega Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

He dispatched the rogue with a furious onslaught, claws rending fur and bone, but I was already collapsing, knees hitting the ground with a sickening thud. The world tilted, sounds muffling: howls, clashes, Sera's distant cry of "The omega's down!" Blood soaked the remnants of my gown, pooling beneath me, sticky and warm, my body growing cold as shock set in. My wolf whined, fading, as the bond pulsed weakly, tethering me to Taehyung's presence rushing toward me.

Deacon retold the story that Shaman Kian told him. “Interesting,” Mr. Ondrink said, coming to a T-junction, waiting for directions. “Left again, number 3,” Deacon said. “You know Wynn and I have been trying for years to find a way to kill his wolf's side without killing him,” Deacon tried to justify his actions. “Why?” Mr. Ondrink asked. “I don’t know; I was just helping him, he never told me why,” Deacon said, thinking on it.

Connor yelled at me. “She…. is…not…dead.. Alpha.” He said amidst the choking. “What?” I released my grip making Luke fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Then what's the bad news?” Connor frowned. Luke stood up from the floor and met my gaze. “She is an Omega, Alpha Ryan.” “What?” “She is an Omega sir,she has lost too much blood and she can't survive.We all know that Omegas are weaker than us on a normal day not to talk of what she has gone through.”

“The Betas are as fast as the Alphas; they have all the senses developed and are able to read patterns; that's why they are pack warriors; they have security posts and positions where these pattern readings are required. The Gamma, on the other hand, are not as fast, but they are very good trackers; they have a lot of physical strength and a much more privileged sight than ours.” “And the Omega?” Archer smiled. “The goddess Luna did something special with the Omega,” Archer said. “They are the most peaceful because they can sway people's emotions, so they tend to be gentler and are considered the best diplomats in the pack. They're not as fast, not as agile with their senses, but they can do

I ignored it, pushing past her to the abandoned building that served as our neutral ground, our little sanctuary. ‎ ‎Inside, Daniel leaned back in a chair with a smirk. “You didn’t bring your little missy Omega?” he teased. ‎ ‎I let out a low, throaty growl. “This day your wolf is always angry. I hope he doesn’t come out and kill us one day,” Daniel said, waving his hand like a lazy cat. ‎ ‎I narrowed my eyes, tone icy. “If he does, I hope you’re the first I take down.” ‎

The ray of the sun peered through the window, highlighting a few scars that extended from his back to his neck. Memories of the darkness that always followed the Browlers family haunted me at that moment. Flashes of death, blood, screams, the way my mother whom he killed may have screamed for forgiveness when he snatched her life away from her. I clenched my fist, reeling those thoughts in and fighting against the tears that welled up in my eyes. There’s nothing I can do. I may be his Luna now, but I’m still a weak wolf. All I have to do is wait, strategize then strike.

A little gasp was heard before a short blonde pouting boy stepped out from behind the wall and came inside. Evelyn stared at the cute boy in front of her. He looked like an angel who came from heaven. The blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and pale smooth skin made him look so ethereal. It was obvious from his features that the boy is an omega. It was Evelyn's first time seeing a male omega because they're so rare. "It's rude to spy on someone like this, Rain." Amelia sweetly scolded the boy who only pouted more. "I.... I-I'm sorry, I was j-just curious," He stuttered out, as his doe eyes stared at the pack doctor.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

A little boy no older than five appears at the top of the spiral staircase with a little teddy bear and a woman whom I assume to be his maid quickly covers his eyes. “Please….” Ezekiel wheezes, he is lying in a pool of his own blood now. None of his men dare to help him. “One last time. Where is Clyde?” I give him my full uncloaked gaze. I am not a patient man. A spasm of pain grips him. “I…I don’t know…” “Your wavering allegiance disgusts me.” I press the tip of my claw into the jugular of his neck. “No…Wait….” He stares at me and whispers, “He..he left after getting money for the omegas he sold.”

"Let's give him that space." The meal ended, and I stood, my heart heavy yet my expression composed. Damon's gaze met mine, concern etched in his features. "Are you okay, my lady?" A smirk played on my lips, a mask to hide the turmoil within. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, turning away to seek the solitude of my room. I shrugged off the pretty dress and stepped into my training kit, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. Training was my escape, the one thing that could distract me from the pain, even if just for a while. I marveled at my own strength, how in just a few weeks of training, I had become formidable, capable of taking on five warrior wolves single-handedly. It was a feat th