Omega Ghost Novels & Stories

I couldn't wait to do the deed myself to the one woman I've come here for. There she was... A gasp leaves my chest. I've never felt this disorientation flowing through my veins ever. Even Rogue couldn't stop himself from getting into a rut that we've held back this Blue Moon cycle. My heart drums against my chest, my forehead is warm with sweat beads forming all over. My hands...they were acting like a pervert cordial to the way that old woman was standing. Her name...is Ora Castell. Born as an omega, died as a failure.

The night fell silent, swallowed by an eerie stillness. Zara's gaze shifted toward the source of the howl, her eyes widening in terror. Emerging from the shadows was a creature, unlike anything they had ever encountered. Its form was a twisted amalgamation of wolf and demon, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. It stood tall, exuding power that surpassed anything they had witnessed before. "What… what is that?" Zara stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Alpha Marcus, his breathing heavy, cast a glance at the menacing entity. "A demon wolf," he gasped, his voice filled with urgency. "We're outmatched. We must retreat!"

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

But it seemed like she didn’t see Alpha Maeva tonight as she had imagined. She was in a chaotic darkness, sometimes hearing the faint, urgent voice of a woman calling, “Franky, Franky!” Sometimes, she heard someone in the distance saying, “I’m willing to abandon this body, to enter the cycle, to endure eternal wandering...” But in the end, all the sounds turned into a long sigh, as if softly calling out to Arista’s ear: “an Omega wolf, an Omega wolf...” Who was it? Arista listened all night, but didn’t know who it was.

Luis stared at her blankly. "You do." Abruptly, Hailey sat up and leaned closer, brushing her hair to one side. "I need to make sure." Alpha Rowan's words had kept her awake all night. How could she be certain she was an Omega? Her mother had claimed she was, but she had also repeatedly mentioned that Hailey was born wrong. Not only had he sniffed her, but he had also asked if she had ever been to the Howling. Most wolves experienced their first shift during the gathering, where being among kindred spirits helped.

She started heading for the door. Stella and I headed out and followed Custard. Our footsteps started to echo in the empty hallway. But then I noticed that something was off. It feels like there was some sort of sound clashing with our footsteps. No. There was another set of footsteps colliding with ours. I used my whip to pull Stella towards me just as we were reaching a turning point. “Custard!” I morphed him. Custard morphed into a white wolf in midair and charged at a rogue who was trying to ambush us. I could tell that it was a vampire because of how fast he was able to move.

Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort. Omar! Stop! Chloe finally managed to find her words. He's going to kill you! The distraction cost Omar. A split second was all Lucas needed to go on the offensive, sending Omar flying. The yelp gave away that Omar was injured by the impact with the ground but the sound snapped Chloe out of her shell-shock like a knock to the lungs. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, Chloe burst into a sprint, moving past Lucas was he stalked towards the injured wolf.

Alpha wolf. Imogen watched with amusement as Gerard sniffed the air and visibly counted everyone in the room. On his third round of counting, the oracle smiled at his confusion. “Her wolf is waking up,” the oracle clarified for him. “So, yes, you scent three wolves.” “Don’t you have wolves?” Electra asked her quietly. “We are a blessed three of witches. We have no wolves, but together, we can channel the moon goddess herself,” Imogen explained. “Our mother was a witch, and our father was a Were.”

"Oops!! Sorry, I didn't mean to be vulgar. We found out you were an omega in Nightwalker. They just adopted you, didn't they? That means you don't have a family or even a pack." "Yes, nothing." "Do you think I can only be defeated by an omega? If you don't know, I am the best girl. And our members are sure that I will win over you." "That's good. It's like having someone to cry with when I beat you." "How dare you fight me? I'll make sure you have trouble walking. I don't care if Alpha Giovanni gets mad at me." "...." I didn't speak anymore. because she doesn't beat me. It looks like it's still closed because I kept quiet. I took a deep breath and glanced at Alpha Giovanni, who nodded at me.

You can find me on In$ta and find out which apps they are one. Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (completed)