Omega Hierarchy Novels & Stories

I asked in horror. “You're not a mere Omega; you're a pure Omega,” Archer said. “Pure Omegas are born during a major astronomical event; they are usually endowed with incredible powers, such as, for example, clairvoyance. A pure Omega is capable of stopping a war or unleashing it; that's how awesome is what you can do once the seal of your powers is broken. Right now, we must take care that your power does not fall into the wrong hands and innocent lives are put in danger.” I hadn't realized how much my life had changed until that moment.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

the one who understands their secrets.Paul Wason looked at her hand, and at her eyes. He did not look at a god, but at a woman. A mother. A woman with a horrible, lovely, and deep purpose. "You… you need my help?""I am not a god who sits on a throne, Paul Wason," Sama Arthur said, her voice now deeply low and fierce. "I am a god of the people.". The balance is not just in me; it is in all of us. And the balance has been broken for far too long. The Alpha High Council, in their arrogance, have enslaved and used the Omegas. They have stolen their gifts and turned them into weapons. They have made them believe they are less than an instrument to be used. They have made them believe that they a

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN. The voice wasn't Kael's. It was a sonar pulse that bypassed the ears and spoke directly to the marrow. The First Omega’s shadow manifested on every screen in the hall, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, her face a mask of airless indifference. [THE SOVEREIGN UNIT IS A STOLEN PROTOTYPE. THE ANCHOR-MOTHER CARRIES THE ILLEGAL MARROW OF THE ARCHITECTS. STATUS: RECLAIMABLE HARDWARE.]

The server flinched—and suddenly fell to her knees. “I’m sorry, Miss Smith… I… I stole the ring,” she confessed, voice shaking. “Oh, really?” I lifted my brow, clearly unimpressed. A lowly server, an Omega, stealing a high-status ring to frame me? It was laughable. I was the future Luna of Brown Pack. Even putting that aside, there was no way an Omega like her had the brains or guts to pull off such an elaborate scheme. There’s a reason Omega-class werewolves are at the bottom of the hierarchy. Their genetics and intelligence simply don’t allow them to execute sophisticated plans. That’s why Alpha-class wolves make the decisions, followed by the more capable Betas.

Despite being an omega , I- “Despite?!” Syliva huffed and stopped writing. Olivia stopped pacing their small room. She turned to look at her sister . “We are omegas. It is a sub-gender not a sickness!” Syliva protested. Olivia huffed in turn. “He is looking for a traditional omega,” Olivia countered patiently “Which means that he is the head of the house, and you submit to him. It is only words. Once there, you will use your ways to control him. Now, hush and write. We don’t have much time left before work.”

how was that even possible in the first place? A Beta doesn’t bow to an Omega, that’s not how the hierarchy works. Only Alphas, or wolves who are stronger by blood or magic, can force another wolf into submission. So what is that Omega girl? The thought gnaws at me, and soon my worry turns into anger. I slam my hand against the table, my claws snapping out with a hissing click sound while the tables' wooden surface splinters under my palm. Breathing harshly, I bare my teeth at the empty room.

“Everyone now knows an Omega exists. How does this affect my relationship with the young alphas? How does it affect everything I’ve built over the past two weeks?” Beside Voss, Richard spoke first. “Did he tell you he was going to announce this?” “Not a word.” Voss’s jaw was tight. “That old fool.” Richard hissed through his teeth, his eyes cutting to Priest Rowen. “This is Rowen’s doing.” “Aren’t Omegas extinct?” Rhydian asked, his brow pulling together. “What exactly is happening?” Astarian blinked slowly. “I genuinely have no idea.” Alpha Kael cleared his throat and the whispers died. “This Omega resurfaced recently and has been responsible for the deaths of innocent wolves. It has used d

“The Old World has developed the biomechanical code down there. Before the case,’ Rolled kael. His voice sounded as rough as smurgel paper. “It’s not a mutation. It is an experiment from Omega that has broken out from the ruins.” “And it grows,” Silas added gloomyly. “The Schwarm signature on this map is gigantic. If we do not destroy this collective in the heart of Omega, it will soon every bunker, every Rover, and every city on this planet will disappear. Also Ouroboros.” I looked over to our demolated steel lungs. Then I looked at Kael. The Commander seemed like chiseled out of granite, but I felt the storm in him

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.