Omega Level Mutant Novels & Stories

he thought. Moxie had been around humans before but never one that was also an Omega, Omega’s were different not only were they made with the ability to carry and pass on the wolf’s power but their genetic makeup was purposefully enticing to the human and the wolf both and if you weren’t careful or properly in tune with yourself you could lose control to the animal instinct within, and unfortunately Mjs arousal was more than intoxicating it had affected everyone in the room. Unfortunately for Moxie he let his wolf’s desire be heard and was now on the verge of paying for it with his life.

Her nostrils flare infinitesimally, though I can’t imagine why. “You’re the Alpha, you tell me,” she says, her tone sounding sour. At her words, I can think of only one reason she wouldn’t be training with the pack, so I sniff the air around us focusing harder on her scent, this time not getting distracted by how delicious it smells, and just there under the sweet, spicy fragrance is what she’s talking about. “You’re an Omega,” I say, compassionately. Every mutolupus carries the scent of a wolf, but with an Omega, the scent is just a fraction weaker due to the fact they can’t shift.

Omega Warfare Lyra stepped back from Kael's enhanced assault as her mind cascaded through empathic webs that connected to all purified minds in the Great Hall, her omega ability converting individual conflict to paranormal warfare that drew strength from networking shared pack bond rather than corporeal combat that would be unconstitutional trial requiring emotional rather than martial determination.

The moment I stepped down, he drove off so I began to walk towards the school gates. It had been three whole years since the outbreak of what we called the plague, a deadly virus that had ravaged half of the pack from its eastern borders right to the center. Although a handful of people know about its existence, it still posed a threat to our pack’s existence. “There is some sort of mutation inside of them. What you see is as a result of an omega being twisted from the inside in a way their wolves obviously couldn’t take so it resulted in this, a half baked mutation.” The healer’s words echoed at the back of my mind.

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

“Why do you still call yourself an omega? I mean, I know you were one, but I thought you’d have held yourself in high esteem after Sia made you his concubine but you don’t and I want to know why” I laugh subtly. “Becoming his concubine doesn’t elevate my status in anyway. I still see myself as an omega, because my duties and obligations are still that of an omega. When Sia was injured, I treated his wounds. That’s what an omega does Dogara. They humble themselves before all, serving in silence. They let themselves get walked over, kicked, beaten, humiliated, just to achieve a single goal”. “And what’s your goal Crinka?” “That’s the first time you’re calling me by name”.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

Sergetti patted Matt on the shoulder. "When he was a student, he bit your balls. Now that he is your loyal servant, I wish he severe it from your body" Haynes laughed like the maniac he was. "There had been a lot of development lately that you need to know about. I don't know how scarce omega werewolves are but the only one in your proximity is now bound to me. When I cough, she coughs. If I bleed, she bleeds. And if the war you incited claim my life. You will have to continue your search for another omega. I hope you find one in time before your body will expire and won't be revive-able" Sergetti mocked Haynes. He was just getting him cornered with all his wits.