Omega Level Mutant Novels & Stories

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to the Luna,"He's a natural Alpha" "She's helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the Alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

Blade shouted, It was not a request, it was an order. Bella Manchor was the omega to the air winder pack, she was not just an omega, she was a wolf less werewolf. Her life was difficult, but became like hell when she got mated to the most wicked, arrogant, deadly and vile alpha, alpha Lucas, who used her for his sexual pleasures and afterwards, rejected her, but as fate may have it, she ran away from the pack, running into the hands of the vampires.

"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?

" This is my Luna. Plus that's what I wanted to add, she never managed to charm me, nor Elsa and Rayan. She hates Pamela because despite being a weaker omega than Selena, Pam was able to resist her very pheromones easily." A witch's power for a witch, I thought. " With what Elsa told me about your abilities, I am convinced that Selena's pheromones will never be able to reach you." I nodded as Greg's phone rang. He shifted to pick it up as he listened, his face darkened. He hung up before getting out of bed to get his clothes. " A problem?" " We found the Mutants." I gasped in surprise before straightening up. " I... is it true?"

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

~5 years ago~ My parents always made sure everything was perfect for the Alpha and his Luna. They were lead Omega's but that didn't matter. The Alpha found dust under a lamp. Not much but it was enough to be killed for apparently. They could feel his anger as he made his way down to our little falling apart shack. Knowing something was different this time, they told me and my sister to run into the woods and not to look back.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

"And they have something no one else has. Nullifying wolves. Bred specifically to resist omega auras. Immune to the calming effect that is your greatest weapon." I pressed my hand to my chest, where the bond web hummed. The omega calm had saved me in the cave, in the pit, on the Conclave platform. It was the one weapon no one else could replicate. And the Frostmarch had bred wolves specifically to counter it. "How long do we have?" I asked. Corvus shrugged. "Months. Maybe weeks. They don't announce themselves. They just arrive. One day the border is quiet. The next day it's on fire."

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”