Omega Personality Novels & Stories

of course i am I stand slowly, the room goes quiet, they always do. I step towards the board ignoring the low pull in my chest, that tightens when i pass Ronan's table, he smells different today, very sharp, like a storm. I walk to the board turn and face the class. “The question.” I begin keeping my voice neutral, “is not whether Omegas are capable. Capabilities is not what the world used to know as social risk.” A few hums and nods, pass through the rooms. “Leadership and combat roles carry consequences beyond an Omega if something goes wrong. Leadership isn't about fairness, it's about survival. Omegas experience heat cycles, heightened emotional responses, those traits introduce unpredic

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

They varied greatly in the strength of their wolf forms. And Omegas… they were, historically, the emotional centers of a pack. Lowest in ranking but highly charismatic, if more susceptible to any given feeling in the moment. They were the bottom of the rung, by nature more submissive. Their wolf forms often small, but quick. This Omega here? He did not seem to fit that archetype. By nature, he shouldn’t have been as tall as he was. Nor as intimidating. Though something in his scent put Elaine at ease. Even her dwindling connection to her own wolf could sense that.

"He says I am worthless." I stare at her. "You are not ugly," I say. She shrugs. She does not believe me. "I was going to be an omega. I did not want to be an omega." "What is an omega?" "An omega is a girl who has not been claimed. They are the lowest of the pack. They do not get to run with the others. They do not get to hunt." I feel bad for her. She ran from her pack because she did not want to be an omega. But she ended up a prisoner instead. She is stuck in the white wolf's lair and she will never run with anyone.

“There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.” Professor Vargan smiled faintly and folded his arm. “I can't tell you anything about them but the only thing you need to know is that they no longer exist.” That was enough to spike my attention, making me wonder what class of Omega I fell into. The professor continued by explaining everything about the Submissive Omegas who were the most common type of Omegas. He described them to be gentle, emotionally sensitive, and instinctively obedient to higher-ranking wolves. Their natural scent emits a calming effect that can pacify aggressive Alphas and Betas, making them ideal for maintaining harmony but also easy to exploit.

Have you been treated badly? I have and let me tell you it's the worst thing which can happen to a person. It kills your self-respect, make you doubt about yourself, you start to feel insecure and at last you get into depression. I am Aurora white, a she-wolf from blood lust pack who turned eighteen just yesterday. I am an omega and we Omega's are treated badly by everyone. We carry no self respect and often become a victim to bullying. Omega's are the weakest in the werewolf and they are looked down on by almost everyone. Even though the world is bad, there are few good people who don't treat Omega's bad just because of their rank. But such people are rare and unfortunately there are no peo

I reply with a smile. “We should determine if we have any commonalities,” I say to her. I suddenly realize it was important to know why they would want both of us. “Do you have a wolf?” I ask the woman. “Yes,” she replies. “Are you an Alpha?” I ask her. “No, I am an Omega,” she replies. “Is your wolf strong?” I ask her. “Yes, but I am weak,” she says sadly.

I’m currently sitting in my dad’s office hugging my dad. “Thank you, my sweetheart. I really needed that,” he sighs. You see, I am an Omega. Not the lowest of the pack that you normally hear about, but the kind who has a very special ability. I can calm people with just my presence, but it’s more effective if I am in close proximity to them. When I was brought to my parents, my omega waves were crazy strong. They still are, but back then, they started a war.

The reason is simple, they can't fight when the excited Alphas approach them. The Basic Omega is the weakest Omega, she usually never leaves the house, rarely finds her mate to death, her life time is not long, but many are born The Basic Omega, then there is Keeper, those who can freely leave the house because they can adapt to the surrounding environment, not as strong as Beta, but not as weak as Omega as usual. And the highest, The Bold, there are only 1 in 10 births on earth. This Omega almost resembles Alpha except that she is a woman. She doesn't know fear, instead her curiosity is higher. An Omega like this can actually be very dangerous, because the scent can invite lots of Alphas to

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”