Omega Force Book Novels & Stories

A scent the old books said had vanished generations ago. Omega. But not just any Omega. Male Omega. Rare. Extinct. Forbidden. Adrian felt his canines lengthen against his gums. Felt claws wanting to break through the tips of his fingers. Felt his cock thicken and harden in seconds, pressing painfully against the zipper of his six-thousand-dollar suit. He clenched his teeth. Held back. Barely.

Sybil whispered in my thoughts. "You are more powerful than you know, focus and remember who you are” I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe. My fear began to melt away, replaced by something stronger. I felt the pulse of magic inside me, the energy stirring beneath my skin. Sybil’s voice was a lifeline, guiding me. "Together, we can break this." I nodded, locking eyes with the book. Its covers moved as I raised my hands, feeling the power surge through me. The ancient words rose to my lips without thought, magic flowing like water, growing stronger with each syllable.

One second, I was fighting the urge to rip off any form of clothing I had left and drag him into my arms, and then the next, I was battling every instinct I had not to claim him right there on the grass. Fuck, what was happening to us? "Luca," I whispered, kneeling beside him, but he didn’t look up. His face was pressed to the dirt, and his entire was body trembling. I touched his shoulder and flinched, he was burning. I knew what this was, well at least I’d heard whispers about it from the older wolves, about the Omega Heat. The stories were mostly jokes or horror tales told during late-night runs to scare young wolves off, I never paid them much attention, until now.

That sound did things to me I didn’t know how to name. “…Can’t believe Alpha actually married her,” a voice slurred behind me. One of the young wolves, new to my circle. Choi, or maybe Park. Didn’t matter. “The Omega he hates the most.” I didn’t turn around. Not yet. That would be too easy. There was a pause—a rustle of glass on wood, the lazy shuffle of boots on expensive carpet. Then the other one, voice thick with lust and cruel curiosity: “But she’s so fucking beautiful. You should see her when she’s not crying, Min. All that soft skin—those lips. Like a doll. Or a saint you want to destroy.”

"Suddenly he wants to talk. Suddenly I'm amazing and he misses me. Where was all this when I overheard him telling Tricia I was worthless?" "Men are trash," Juniper declared, taking a big bite of her sandwich. "Especially werewolf men. They think just because they have a wolf and we're omegas, they can treat us like garbage and we'll come running back." "Well, this omega isn't running anywhere except away from him." "That's my girl!" Juniper high fived me across the table. "So, speaking of running toward things instead of away from them, what's the deal with Dr. Owen?"

You interfere. The voice wasn’t distant anymore. It wasn’t fragmented. It was right there sharp, aware, and far more present than before. My breath hitched as the force inside the wolf pushed back against me, not blindly, not like a reflex but deliberately. Like it recognized me. Like it was expected of me. “I won’t let you do this,” I said, my voice low but steady. The energy inside me surged in response stronger, brighter, controlled. Not reacting.

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

Emmett- good work beta I don't hesitate before leaping at a rogues throat. My warriors follow my lead, and we shred all but one. I shift and grab the last wolf by the throat. The wolf thrashes in my grip. He is a little stronger than the omegas that we came across a few days ago but not much stronger. I choke him until he is unconscious. "Drag this filth to the cells," I order one of my men. "Yes, Alpha," Craig says as he lifts the wolf.

said Baron as he addressed me while we walked in the woods. "I don't know what to say. I honestly have no idea about who I am or the limits of my abilities" I replied. "Don't worry about that Laura. That is why I have developed a plan. You see, straight ahead is the small building of a woman we call the Oracle. She is a werewolf but she is neutral. She doesn't support or belong to any pack. She has the special ability of seeing into someone's real identity and their future. I am taking you to her now, before we begin your training. I need to know the exact kind of creature that you are before I train you. I greatly sense that you are more special than the lot of us" said Baron.

He knew that he had lost Ariel , but he hoped she wasn't lost forever. Layla and Ariel appeared in Layla's house and the both of them smiled. They finally had the staff, the golden one and the book too. Ariel carried the staff delicately and she stared at it in admiration. She was happy that she had Damien 's golden staff. The golden staff and book generate powers upon the Alpha and every pack has it, except for a Rogue's pack, but now that they had his, it will be more difficult to defeat the Alpha of the Rogues. It will be very hard to defeat the Rogue's Alpha.