Omega Level Mutant Novels & Stories

Alpha Joe roared. “You already did!” I cried. The collar’s voltage spiked. And then—Alpha Joe ripped it free. He screamed, his hands scorched black, blood pouring from his palms. He dropped to the ground, unconscious. The ritual shattered. Elders backed away in horror. “She bears Omega frequency!” one shrieked. “Impossible!” Alpha Daniel staggered upright, pulling me into his arms, wrapping his coat around my shoulders. “She’s not a mutation,” he growled. “She’s evolution.”

Grandma starts to explain, glancing at grandpa with uncertainty. He squeezes her and focuses his attention on me, “He blamed us for her death. As I’m sure you know, your mother was a hybrid, or Omega as some like to say,” he says with distaste. I nod but look at them in confusion. I sniff the air and realise they both carry the scent of a mutolupus. “Wait, you’re both wolves,” I say in surprise, “But if mum was an Omega, one of you had to be human.”

She turned her gaze towards the Alpha, who now wore an expression of surprise, his brows furrowing. I could see the astonishment in his eyes as he muttered, "What on earth is going on? How did an omega turn into such a magnificent white wolf?"

I drew a deep breath and did the best I could to defend myself. "That is not true," I said, trying to sound firm. "My adoptive parents love me, and they are all the family I need. And I will find a mate who loves me for who I am and not for my parents or any status I have in this pack." Akira snorted, "You're out of your mind, Zephyrine. Nobody wants an omega like you. You're but a weak, useless wolf who can't even shift properly." The other wolves joined in, chanting. "Weak, weak, weak! Omega, omega, omega!

he says, “I can’t even smell your wolf. Shift for us, I want to see how good you are.” I am like a child who has been caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar. I look down at my feet and clench my jaw. “I haven't found my wolf yet.” Helios slaps his thigh, turns to Hunter and raises both arms. He is flabbergasted. “She’s an omega with no wolf.” He shakes his head incredulously. “How is she supposed to fight? Have a dance-off with the enemy pack?” “Start her off with shootings. Then give her blades for physical combat.”

The staff are a mixture of non-ranked wolves and Omega wolves. Omega wolves are wolves who are – for whatever reason – unable to shift. They have heightened senses and can even speak to their wolf spirit, but because they can’t shift a lot of packs mistreat Omegas or treat them as less than everyone else, but we don’t believe in that. We don’t enslave anyone and being staff here is a paid job like any other. It’s offered to anyone who wants it, and we offer them free room and board if they wish.

DELTA ALLAN PRICE POV Despite conducting scientific research on cross-breeding, his hired scientists could never seem to get the wolves to mate, so they resorted to using serums and genetic mutation. They began to craft Alphas in test tubes. He had his scientists start injecting us, Omega-born pups, as toddlers, and we suddenly began rapidly developing and aging to adult stages, and our wolves became Alphas. We were weaker than born Alphas but still strong enough to rank and push out a powerful false aura, if needed. Which is why I was ranked Delta, but when Alpha Rollings of the Ravens' Peak pack tries to muscle me around, I pull out a powerful pulse of Alpha aura, and he believes I am a re

Kara asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she peered at her new siblings in their crib. A werewolf's class wasn't determined until they turned five. Only omegas were identifiable at birth, already in human form. Betas and alphas remained in their wolf form until they were two. "Mom, I heated some herbal medicine." Freya approached, holding a steaming cup. I gratefully accepted it, thanking my thoughtful daughter. Even now, I was weak, the fragility of an omega's body a stark reality.

"He’s fighting the sedative already. That dosage should have knocked out a full-grown direwolf for half a day. But Eugene’s not just any wolf—he’s an Alpha. When his mind goes, the wolf takes over. And the wolf doesn’t sleep." Mira’s voice trembled. "So what do we do? What happens when he wakes up and he just wants to get violent?" Becca stopped pacing. Her eyes narrowed with purpose. "We need a stronger compound. One that can suppress his motor functions without harming him." "You have something like that?" "I have the recipe. The theory. But I need the right base element... something natural that binds with his mind and calms him down. Almost like his elixir but not as strong." She paused,

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."