Omega Level Mutant Novels & Stories

The bird flapped, then soared into the sky. I stumbled back, my chest tight. “What… what just happened?” My voice shook. Karen’s eyes narrowed slightly. She stepped closer, her presence steady, protective. “Only powerful wolves can heal like that,” she said gently. “And you, child… you are supposed to be an Omega.” Her calm tone steadied me, but her words pierced. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. My hands trembled as I stared at them. “If only strong wolves can do that, then what am I?”

No rounded wolf ears. Instead, his hands stayed human, but the bones lengthened. His fingernails didn't just grow; they transformed. They became jagged, four-inch blades of shimmering, organic silver. They hissed as they met the humid air, a "Trauma Mutation" forced into existence by five years of isolation. His wolf hadn't died; it had turned into a weapon. The Berserker finally looked up. His yellow eyes widened as they locked onto the metallic glint of Joshua’s hands. "What the f**k? Omegas don't—that's impossible. You're a glitch."

"Let's give him that space." The meal ended, and I stood, my heart heavy yet my expression composed. Damon's gaze met mine, concern etched in his features. "Are you okay, my lady?" A smirk played on my lips, a mask to hide the turmoil within. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, turning away to seek the solitude of my room. I shrugged off the pretty dress and stepped into my training kit, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. Training was my escape, the one thing that could distract me from the pain, even if just for a while. I marveled at my own strength, how in just a few weeks of training, I had become formidable, capable of taking on five warrior wolves single-handedly. It was a feat th

I nodded in agreement. “But he usually visited during the holidays until his Father passed away. He had to take over as Alpha and we discovered we were fated mates. I have always been called a wolfless Omega, for Kian it was an insult to be mated to an Omega and one who has not been able to shift for years!!” Eric’s eyes shone in amazement, “No wonder you were unable to heal quickly as expected.” His words tore through my heart leaving me in pain for some minutes.

my eyes and drowse slowly, ever slowly. ******************* They weren't killed by me, I assure you. Please, end your conversation now. I did not. I didn't murder them."Nooooooooooo". I jerked up, drenched in perspiration. The nightmare that won't leave me alone.The day that I lost my closest friends, became an orphan, and was relegated to an omega. I got out of bed and headed to the packing house to tidy. I cleaned up afterward and made pancakes and coffee for brunch. I went out to get ready for school.Ah, why do I have to attend school? Not like I learned anything there, I thought to myself, other than to be bullied by other pupils."In order to not be a dumb, illiterate dunce." My wolf re

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. You haven’t met them yet, because you have been unconscious, but Lead Warrior Mason and his mate, Donna, who is a beta instead of an omega, will be coming to visit you soon. They have just found and claimed each other right before Alpha Wyatt and Luna Katelyn found you. It is my understanding that Lead Warrior Mason will come down and look into your mind to see who has done these terrible things to you. Those people and their packs will be put on a list and monitored.” I lean a little closer to her and softly add, “I haven’t been in the pack long, but I already know that it isn’t a good thing to get on the bad side of our pack. Even though they see violence as

I would keep crying until she changed her mind. The only sin I committed was coming to this world as an Omega…. Omega are the weakest in the pack, useless members of the pack,they are rare in the pack and as for my pack the Silver Claw Pack I was the only Omega. I wasn't loved by the pack members because there was nothing I was doing for them. I was the last in the food chain. The only person that loved me was my uncle and he died while saving me from the rogues. He was the Delta of the pack at that time.

“Okay, but I’ve never seen an omega with venom like that. It must be the type of wolf species she is. Nothing in here matches the information I could find from our sample.” “So you’re saying my girlfriend’s a mutant wolf?” Rex chuckled, but there was nothing funny about this. “No, Maverick. She’s a different species. Like a white wolf.” “She’s a white omega. Those are rare, right?” Rex nodded. “A pure white wolf is rare. So who is she?” “O— You don’t need to know that.” “After all I’ve done for you! You can’t trust me enough to tell me who you’re going out with?” Rex growled.

Before the war thirty seven years before I was born, a mutation happened all over the earth that affected thousands and millions of the secondary genders. This mutation was caused by a result of clash of biological weapons between Russian and North Korea. As a result it affected omegas mostly. It created what we call omega X; also called the dominant omegas who like a normal omega can get pregnant but can't feel heat at all. They are stronger, faster, smarter than an average omega and could even be bigger than an average alpha. They are said to rival an alpha but they can't bond with a beta at all because it could lead to a miscarriage or birth complications.

The realization came down crashing on him just like the rain that hammered on the hard steel and stone outside. He had been trying to ignore it, the impossibly faint yet unmistakable scent of the Omega, the only wolf in the world who was capable of ripping his heart and soul. This felt unreal, it couldn’t be happening, it has to be a dream. “Mmh,” the Omega let out a wince, that caught everybody’s attention except one. “He’s waking up!” The Alpha beside Adrian perked up. The Omega on the bed indeed opened his eyes fully, his sculpted features scrunching in slight pain of moving his battered body and he blinked several times to adjust.