Novel & Cerita Omega Ghost

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

Ghost’s raspy voice asked over the receiver. “Obada,” Elder Obada said finally gaining his confidence back. “I have a deal proposition for you.” “Obada.” Ghost said the name like it was a familiar one and he was trying to remember where he had heard the name. “I’ve never heard that name in my life. Who are you?” “Elder Obada,” Elder Obada said. “The Alpha of the biggest werewolf pack in the world, the Black Wolf Pack.” Ghost paused for the quarter of a minute before he burst out laughing. “Is this like a joke or what?”

"I know what I have to do. This is something that has to be done, I won't mess it up. You can always count on me to make you proud, Mother." When the conversation died, Odessa moved away from the door with a wide grin on her face that showed she had indeed hit the jackpot. Who would have thought a lot was going on in the perfect Black Fur Pack? Who would have thought there was a lot buried under their feet and hidden under their nose? In just a simple conversation, Odessa knew she now had the power to get what she wants. Luna Yaletha wasn't a werewolf but a witch. Oswald wasn't the real future Alpha of Black Fur Pack but an imposter and Oswald was a witch.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

I braked bedside it, shifting back immediately. I was right. I thought I saw wrong but actually I didn’t. It really was Oscala. He has shifted into a giant white wolf but someone took him down before he could even fight. I stood where I was, waiting for the midst to clear. This didn’t feel like the work of the Witch anymore. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

I swear we can’t tell this girl no. “We heard Laryssa scream and turned to see those creatures there. One charged me, and I laid it on its creepy ass. Everything was going well. We had the situation under control then this cloud of smoke appeared. I saw a girl with brownish-golden eyes.” Ty tells us. “That must be Orchid. She is the wolf/witch hybrid.” I state.

Could feel everyone’s heart beat loudly, especially Rori's, as he growled, “Don’t you dare!” “Oh, but I would.” Celeste smirked as she placed her finger on Tori’s neck. Blood slowly crept out of it, and Rori tried to lunge at her, but Celeste was quick to teleport somewhere inside the room. “All of you know I would.” “Why are you doing this?” Vlad glared. His gaze pierced Celeste’s soul, but his bloody aunt wouldn’t even flinch as she answered, “I want her.” Then, she pointed at me. “Anyone could tell she’s special. Not just an ordinary wolf. Obviously not one of those banished lunas considering that she’s your heart and certainly not just a mere omega..” She grinned, looking at Vlad like th

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it? A shadow falling over his gaze, Draven wondered... What was this woman?