Omega Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

it vanished. A low growl rumbled behind me. The leaves rustled as well as a silver-black wolf stepped into view, eyes glowing like pale green. Massive and silent. I stared at the wolf, halfway between respect and instinct. Then the wolf slowly shifted. Odessa. She picked up a dress just under one of the trees and put it on. She didn't even look around… like she knew exactly where it was. Seems like she had her cloth scattered everywhere in case of emergencies.

The wolves were shifting around me, but I refused to look at them. Alpha Xavier was among them. I could smell him. I could feel his alpha aura raging and flickering angrily around me like a soldering fire. His anger was good though. He's kill me for sure, and by doing so the pup within me. It wouldn't be my fault. After all, I'm just a weak little omega against a fucking alpha. I shouldn't have even been able to get this far. "What the hell are you doing?"

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

She struggled against my grip. “Odessa, your venom is as good as any weapon we have. Not to sound like an ass, but you’re an omega. You’re not that valuable. Can you think of the worst thing a group of army generals would do if they found out about your venom? Whatever you think of, double it because the people are work for are monsters,” Rex explained. Odessa stared at him as if he were a strange anomaly. “Please tell me you’re lying. Tell me I didn’t kill a wolf,” she whispered.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

I must admit, it’s such a stupid thing to be going after an unknown ghostly voice that i do not even recognize. My head turned to where the indistinct voice was coming from. My feet involuntarily move backwards towards the front door of the house that now feels so incredibly far from where I am. My eyes widened as I stared into 2 big yellow eyes that just appeared under the dark shadows of the trees. I could hear a low growl coming out from the big wolf. I have never seen this wolf before in my life but I have a strong feeling that he doesn’t belong here.

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

However, the desperate cries of the young omegas spur us into action, propelling us forward into the room. Inside, we are met with the sight of two vulnerable young omegas, huddled together on the bed, their tiny bodies trembling as they whimper and cry. In their desperation, they attempt to find solace by suckling on each other. Mindful of their fragile state, we approach them with utmost care, ensuring not to startle them further. As our presence registers, they let out soft whimpers, their fear palpable. Determined to provide comfort, we gingerly climb into their little nest, and to our astonishment, they transform into little wolves.

I know what a hybrid wolf looks like and I know for sure that he is not Jim. “It's me Olivia. I have been trying to talk to you for a while now. It's your wolf” I chuckle immediately, it's mad right? I think I am going crazy. The moon goddess decked to punish me for my sins by sending hallucinations to me because that is the only reason why an Omega like me would have a wolf with hybrid eyes, and gold stripes on it. The wolf has Gold stripes on it. “Please don't push me away. Not again. It took time for me to get to you. I have spent years being caged. This is the only way out. Please, oliva please”