Omega Louis Novels & Stories

"Well that doesn't sound right to me. If one thing goes wrong we could drown" Hey I might be a wolf, but I won't entertain the idea of drowning! I can't even swim! Then why didn't I decline when Sia was like, "You don't know either so let's go back to the cabin and call it a night"? *You know, but you just don't want to admit it.* "We can work this thing out together", I say rather loudly, ignoring my subconscious. I haven't even talked to that bitch in a while. I guess being omega has its firsts.

My wolves name was Victoria, she was a petite black wolf with a large white patch that covered most of her back. She greeted me coldly. We didn't get along much. "she didn't like being an omega." Like I enjoyed it either. I greet her back warmly but she only rolls her eyes. I ran through my favorite trail to the top of the cliff the hung out over a large lake being over flooded by a waterfall. I huff and fall to my stomach. Running didn't make me tired but I was exhausted. I watched the water cascaded down onto the rocks, staining them darker. I itched to jump off the cliff to go for a swim a twist in my stomach has me pausing. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and Victoria turned res

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

Because he knew that he had lost the battle. He was shocked when he heard about Hamileja. Hamileja was an old village with a bunch of Omegas. He was a businessman of Omega trafficking. Each year he caught a lot of omega from there and sold them. Some of the omega's parents sold their own daughter to him because they felt their child was a burden to them. So it was easy for him to get omegas. Before attacking The Rivermoon pack, he did all of that.

she continued. "Don't worry sweetheart, we already took care of them I don't know why they came or what their mission was but as you can see we took care of them" the alpha said and pointed to the trail of blood Audrey and Austin had earlier followed " Ooh my God , there was a huge blood bath here" the Luna called out "Now back to you guys, who are you?" the alpha howled and other wolves howled too in order to add to what their leader said. "I am from Cleveland Ohio, you must have heard of Sir Roland Brown, he is the Alpha of our pack in Ohio" Audrey said Introducing himself with the hope that if they got to know who his father was they would back down a little. "Oooh, Roland Brown, but wha

Impressive. "You've got to be kidding me!" Knox retorted again, clearly still startled by the whole occurrence. Olivia was an omega. Worse, a wolfless one. When she had turned sixteen she got no wolf like her mates. That not being the issue, she was also a bastard! Their father's, as her mother had been the previous Luna who betrayed him and brought in a bastard child for him. As if that wasn't enough, she was also their cousin! Just what was fate playing with this set up?

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

Walter nodded appreciatively. “So this world of yours works just like wolves hierarchy? A pack, an Alpha and... Do you have omegas?” Walter had no idea people like him existed in their own individual worlds, neither did he know anything about how things worked there. But he had a special liking to wolf animals and knew all about them. He was surprised to hear shifters followed the same pattern as the wolf animals. “There are omegas.” Olive walked back to sit beside Wayne. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

I’m trying to pick up a scent but the wood door is thick and heavy. “Like the full moon,” he replies in a deep Irish-American accent. I let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, one second.” I unbolt the door and unlock it using the iron key and open the door. On the other side stands one of our Omegas. He is wearing all black, and on his roll neck jumper on the right shoulder is our pack emblem. Two wolves howling under the moon.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.