Omega Personality Female Novels & Stories

I could feel my eyes welling up once more, as I shivered at what just happened. My name is Lourve Bardawulf, I'm eighteen years old, an Omega to be precise. I'm five point seven feet tall, black eyes, red hair, which is forty-eight inches long, pretty and tied into a ponytail, probably surprised at how long my red hair is. I had this diamond expression, pointed nose, red lips, very slim and a bit curvy, and got pretty white skin. I was an Omega, who was always belittled and bullied, because of my gender. Omegas are known to be weaklings, despicable losers, cursed and vulnerable and always spread their scent around, waiting for a man to take them in their wings. We were born to be Alpha's sla

"For so long a time, we have been tainted with the theory that Omega werewolves are weak and of no use. And for so long, Omega werewolves have suffered a lot of humiliation and shame from this stigma. We forget the fact that it doesn't matter what rank a wolf is. As long as that wolf is not a rogue, he or she is still a member of the pack. He or she should be treated like a wolf." Theo paused and squeezed me affectionately. "My people, this beautiful woman chosen by the moon goddess as my mate is Ellie Cortex. Yes, she is an omega werewolf, but she possesses the spirit and mentality of wolves that rank far higher than her. In case you are not aware, her parents gave their lives to fight in t

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

I answered, giving the answer everyone at Wolf Fall knows. And as I anticipated, she was glad! Something is up with this lady. Why is she curious to know about my rank? And from her nose sense, it’s clear she can only pick my weak aura and not the main one. But I can tell this woman has a strong energy in her. She’s not a Werewolf. What is she? “So, what rank are you? Do you fall on the Delta part or…” “ I have work to do,” she interrupted, rising to her feet. “We will meet again soon, Omega. And I hope you get your answer,” she said, smiling.

So am taking the ranked females under my wing. Shay the Beta, Jorden the Gamma, and Becky as the Delta. Becky may have been born an Omega, but as soon as she was mated to a Delta, she was one too. Benjamin was the caption of the Elite Delta Squad. She was a leader, and people were drawn to her; she was only an Omega because she was not a warrior in the classical sense. Shay, on the other hand, was a true warrior. She was small in stature but being the Beta female; she could take down almost any male in the pack not because she was strong, but because she was smart and could quickly find a wolf's weakness and exploit it. I knew someone with that level of quick reasoning and decision-making ne

I didn’t have plans, I wasn’t very social, especially with the pack ladies who always look down on me because I was an Omega. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ah it’s Gloria. She’s my best friend. A gorgeous omega with short stature and even shorter temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her round face. Her wolf has the heavenly crimson color that match with my brownish one anytime we go hunting or running in the woods.

she said, "You were right about her." George's exhale crackled through the line. "Tell me everything." She pulled up the digital files on her computer, her eyes scanning the data she'd already committed to memory. "Ilaria is a wolfless Omega. The hormonal markers are unmistakable, elevated levels consistent with Omega biology, but no evidence of active shapeshifting capability." "Wolfless," George repeated, satisfaction bleeding through the word. "You're certain?"

Whoever defeated the other would win. I watched from below, my face hidden behind the mask. This time, things would be different. I had destroyed the Beta wolf evolution stone I crafted, forcing Katherine to honestly follow the process and absorbed her own prepared stone to fight others. The other girl on the platform was talented, second only to me in the pack. She had crafted a standard strength enhancement stone. After absorbing it, her wolf's attack power visibly increased by 50%. Katherine, however, looked nervous as she consumed her stone. To everyone's surprise, it had almost no effect. After absorbing it, her wolf was still very weak.

Seductively biting her lower lip, she uttered, “Since Della will always leave you, why can’t you just get another one? Someone like… me? We look similar, don’t you think? And I’m also an omega, I can do whatever she can.” “I can be a better replacement for her. I won’t ask you to love me nor yell at you to leave me,” she added, looking at me deeply. My wolf was fighting the temptation as if he was on a hint. He wanted to have sex on her. It’s hard for him to resist, considering the scent that the imposter had on her. “Come on! Just do it! This woman obviously behaves better than Della. She won’t resist us nor break our hearts,” my wolf persuaded me.

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.