Omega Obi-wan Novels & Stories

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."

“An Omega? Is this meant to be a joke?” Grey said to himself, staring at the window. “I’ve made my findings and that’s what it presents, your mate is an omega." Theo; the man Grey sent to make Inquiries said. Grey sighed and chuckled, was the goddess trying to play a prank on him? Does she spite him that much? His thoughts ran wild but he hid all these underneath his cold and stoic look, there was no way he'd let anyone see him worried or tensed. He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply.

Olivia said, feeding off Lucas’s anger, trying to control him and deepen his hatred for Amelia. Lucas fell silent at her words. Slowly, he calmed down and sat, holding his head. Olivia immediately approached and held his hand. “You don’t need her anymore, Alpha Lucas. She’s just a wolfless omega. She’s nothing. Why chase after a woman who betrayed you? She deserves to be taught a lesson,” Olivia whispered like a devil, intent on manipulating him. “It’s not too late to take revenge on that woman. I’m on your side. I’ll help you get back at Amelia—the wolfless omega who ruined your image as Alpha,” Olivia continued, twisting Lucas’s already chaotic thoughts.

"What's the plan so far, regarding our mission to capture and kill the witch?" "Baba has agreed that we wait till we're certain," he revealed and began to eat his food. "Till we're certain! The antelope will escape." "No. We aren't even sure whether Aunt Agero is a witch in the first place. I already found someone who could help us solve that bind." "Who's that and what's he going to do?" "It's Oboo. He's learned in the old ways. He can... ." "Hahahahaha. Don't be ridiculous."

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

Dax replied, sensing the shift in my demeanor. “Good. I want you to hook the drive to the main server. I want every screen from this District to the slums to show exactly what kind of Luna she wanted to be.” Three days later…… It rained on the day of the Nightshade matriarch's funeral, as if the sky was trying to wash her away. When I walk in with Ronan and a handful of guards, the whole field of people rush to turned to look at us. Ronan with his blonde hair flowing freely, and proudly Omega, a stark figure in a black suit pant and silk dress shirt tailored to perfection, his posture regal, and his chin held high despite the dark circles beneath his eyes.

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.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

"I’ve got you. I’m right here. I’m not letting go." He stood there for what felt like hours, holding me while I fell apart. He didn't care that he was getting wet, or that his suit was ruined, or that his mother and others who attended were all staring at us with a mixture of heartbreak and realization. In that moment, the war was over. There was no more hate, no more snarky comments, no more 'obnoxious' Joseph Roland. There was just two broken people clinging to each other in a world that had taken too much.

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."