Omega Ghost Novels & Stories

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its

Viggo called out upon recognizing the woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. The woman named Hannah smiled. "I apologize for coming to see you unexpectedly, Mr. Viggo," she said. Hannah was a werewolf, more precisely an Omega from the Lunarcrest Domain. It was a werewolf group that had become the largest after Celestria was destroyed 500 years ago. Viggo looked back at Karina, who was still asleep, and then stepped out and closed the door to his room to be able to talk freely with Hannah. "What brings you here? I thought you had gone home after the event with your father," Viggo asked.

I… I thought she died! Arius growls and feels just as excited and confused. ~I felt her die as well… I don’t know what’s going on. But we-~ He is cut off as the castle doors burst open and a large white wolf with glowing lavender eyes steps out. Connor is carrying the witch in his arms as they come outside. Levantus abruptly stops running, Arius slows but keeps moving forward. ~Odessa?~ It feels like the world has gone quiet, breaths held. The wolf smells like Odessa, but stronger and something a little more.

He lifted his head and scowled, "You are a werewolf, an omega!!!" Skyla was downright scared and her wriggling intensified. She felt that either she was going to be violated or would become Owen's dinner. Werewolves and Lycans detested each other and this was clear from Owen's unnerved tone, "OMEGA! Who are you? What's your…" With that Owen released Skyla's hand to clear the hair that was sprawling all over her face to get a clear view of her face.

I focused on cleaning the chocolate cake off the floor. She handed me a clean rag. “What did you get up to, child?” “It’s not what you think. I didn’t get my wolf but…” “You got a man instead, typical of the moon goddess,” Rhoda puffed and rolled her eyes. Rhoda was an omega wolf and a witch. She’s a hybrid. “I don’t know what to do. I feel so stupid, Rhoda.” “That’s not going to help you. Listen I can help you get a wolf.”

Sasha finally pays attention to the black wolf in front of her, and even unintentionally, she remembers her father, who transformed is almost equal to Occisor, only a little bigger. Impatient, Occisor growls, bringing Sasha back to reality and then she transforms too, the wolf is only two centimeters bigger than the black wolf. And that intrigues him even more. Who are her parents? Is she the daughter of an alpha? I have never seen or killed such a large female before, usually they are always smaller, he thinks without looking away from Sasha, who starts running through the forest. She is faster than Occisor, which he does not accept and then they start a race between the two of them to deci

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Understand? I nodded and looked into the distance. Sorry, I rarely thought about it. I wondered why we lived like this. It’s just that a little girl wants her mother to hug her at least sometimes, but approve of her actions and undertakings. My mom was different. Not like you. But you're right, I understand that a childish resentment just speaks in me. - Come here, - Martha hugged me again, - Remember, you said that I smell like autumn? So the smell of a werewolf is individual for everyone.

Claire’s POV: They just kept fighting and fighting. Everything in the place was smashed up or ripped up. All of a sudden there was a huge crash! “ENOUGH!!” A man yelled. Everyone froze and kneeled. I was in too much shock. I just stood there with my mouth gapping open. Looking towards the voice I instantly froze. IT WAS THE ALPHA! At my own party! We made eye contact. Alpha Genesis walked toward the wolves who were fighting. They kneeled and exposed their necks. Clearly showing they were wrong. Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring.

Another figure emerged—a woman, sharp-eyed, lean, radiating a quiet kind of dominance. "You’re not rogue," she mused, tilting her head. "But you’re not pack either." Selene exhaled, measuring their stance, their posture, the way they watched her with both wariness and curiosity. These weren’t ordinary wolves. And she wasn’t an ordinary Omega anymore. "I’m looking for strength," Selene murmured, her voice unwavering. The man smirked, crossing his arms. "Strength can be earned." Selene tilted her head. "Then tell me what I need to do."