Omega Ghost Novels & Stories

It wasn’t there. The doctor’s words cut through my skull. Your strength will decrease as your omega percentile rises. The guy holding me smiled, as he felt me tilt beneath his strength. I reached for the bottle of whiskey and smashed it into his head. A loud cry and blood were everywhere, mixing with the whiskey on the floor. “What the hell is going on?” The manager stormed in, his eyes met mine, and it was as though he knew me. He froze. “Mr. Rivers?” Everyone froze. The Alphas, Betas, Omegas. Of course, it was a popular business name.

"There are many witches there. Maybe one of them could help you with your magic." "Dosha thinks we should go to New Orleans," I answer. "Who is Dosha? And why New Orleans?" She asks, looking at me questionably. "Dosha is my wolf, and she thinks we'll be able to find a witch in New Orleans that can help me with my magic," I say, turning my head to meet her gaze, not sure if she would believe me. "Oh, and the rings in our eyes are to show that Odette and I are hybrids. Though I'm not sure why they appear and disappear."

I placed my palm on my chest. Shit! She needs us! The pain in my chest keeps increasing. I have no other option than to use it. 'I will try my best to not let it take over' My wolf said determined.Him too knowing, we have no other option to find her faster. I pushed forward my demon, letting it take the place and using the energy to search for Annalise. I tried to keep my wolf in charge as well.The shadows started forming and going towards the back side of the mini cottage, the very place where omegas are kept.

He didn’t reply but stormed off, fuming. I was being hard on him, but I didn’t care. We’d had 2 more murders and 4 disappearances over the last month, and I was no closer to figuring out who was behind it. It was pissing me off that whoever it was wasn’t leaving a scent behind. How was that even fucking possible, unless it was a witch? Witches existed but they were really rare and wouldn’t pick a fight. A witch could mask their scent with a spell when necessary. The only coven I knew about was down in Salem and they really kept to themselves. Vampires also existed, but they hadn’t been seen in over a century. You found the odd one in Europe, but the pacific northwest had been vamp free for a

But you know, Stephen clan doesn't break the rules. Selina received a signal from her brother, she immediately sensed Osmund's presence. Son Stephen once said, Osmund is a werewolf with white fur, he is a werewolf with terrible power, if a real war with vampires appears. Osmund would be every vampire's nightmare. Stephen clan too, they want peace. Selina went to the back of the garden, Augustus also felt the presence of Osmund. This scent he was very familiar with, the scent was always with the person he loved.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

There are many more leaves crunching. His hand is so cold, and his scent is odd. Those red eyes...and fangs. It takes a few moments before he relaxes, releasing my mouth as he peers up at me. "You are far from home, wolf. No screaming. Be a good girl. I am going to help you." Vesper growls, not trusting this male. 'Vampire.' "I was being chased by a...zombie." I admit. "I am an Omega. I will not fight you unless forced to defend myself. I just want to go home."

The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them. Adele Jones, as the Moons Oracle and mate of a High Alpha, was an extremely valued figure within Werewolf society. She delivered prophecies to juvenile Alpha’s full of hope and spread dread to the ones who soon discovered their reigns coming to an end. She was the one who found the new Alpha’s. The ones that had been born and not bred. She discovered the wolves who had risen of their own toil and trouble, who were born to lead. It was because of her gift that she had been killed.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.