Omega Personality Novels & Stories

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

“So, where is he? Were you not able to find the girl?” A crease slowly forms across my forehead while a slight frown appears on my face. “Well, I was concentrating on the ability to make others think you are an alpha or beta when you are an omega. His image is what ended up popping up in my head. I asked myself again, just to make sure that he is the one, and his image never changed. So, he has the ability to make other werewolves believe that he is an alpha or a beta even though he is an omega.”

"Well, well, Ava, looks like you've finally met your match. A rare breed among rare breeds!" I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms defensively. "Oh, come on, Karim. I'm an Omega and an Alpha. I don't belong to a people with strange beliefs and the highest swords. These guys think I'm their new leader just because I defeated their father in battle!" Karim's laughter grew louder, and he slapped his knee for emphasis. "Ava, it doesn't change the fact that you're a rare breed, whether you're in their cult or not. You can't run from what you are!"

I asked, and my wolf rolled her eyes at me. "Be careful. I might be an omega wolf, but my sense of perception and observation are very high, as is my IQ. The Orkan I perceived was quite recent—say, three months ago. Orkan, when used for the wrong purposes, can mess with the mind of whoever's been taking it."

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.

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

Alpha Damon laughs, shaking his head slowly, "You have got a temper alright." "You crossed the line first!" I hiss at him. No point playing tame now. "I--" Laughing again, he starts, but I cut him off. Since I'm dead now, I might as well out with all and any I want to say-- "Just because we don't have wolves you rank us Omega, thinking we are inferior to you normal werewolves, but you are wrong! You know why we are werewolves instead of a mere human? Omegas shares the heightened senses any 'normal' werewolves have and more! We are as good fighters and unlike you, we have full control of our body and mind! And we don't submit to pheromones and go crazy after someone blindly because of a mere

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

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.