Omega Rey Novels & Stories

"Exploit a power that I possess? But why?" Seraphina's voice lowered, carrying a grave tone. "There is an ancient prophecy, Rey, one that speaks of a chosen one—someone with the strength to unite and bring harmony to the packs. This prophecy foretells of a great battle between light and dark, where a lone omega will rise as a beacon of change. The rogue you faced tonight was but a pawn in a much larger scheme."

One of the warriors stood, “Sire, thank you for having confidence in us enough to discuss strategy. I know a bunch of us already have ideas.” I smiled and stood, “You will be fighting this war with us. We wouldn’t think of not including you. You need to keep this information in mind while coming up with your strategy ideas. I am not only a werewolf omega, but my bear is also a blue bear.” There were several men who started whispering and one woman stood, “I thought being an omega is a bad thing.” I smiled, “That is what a lot of people think. I am what we call a true omega. I have calming waves.” One man stood, “I don’t feel anything.” I chuckled, “I am storing them. Let me show you.” I rele

The omega. Orchid.

I felt waves of sparks in my hand and suddenly I was pulled against a huge chest. "Mine" it vibrated as multiple growls were heard from my family and friends. Beta Trevor chuckled uneasily, "Maybe you are just confused by her Omega powers." he suggested as he tried to calm the situation. "I am not confused. She is mine. DON'T TOUCH HER!" he yelled.

This led the moon goddess to rain down her wrath upon her people, and after a hundred years of drought and famine in the five Kingdoms, the moon goddess — Cessi, listened to the prayers of her people and gave each Kingdom an Omega. An Omega is a rare and special creation with distinct features of a crescent moon on their forehead. The people were advised to treat the Omegas as embodiments of the moon goddess herself and once in a year an anniversary is held in the name of the moon goddess, whereby the Omegas are to dance traditionally to glorify her name.

Menroe stammered, his fear palpable. Steele hummed in response before reaching for Menroe's neck, choking him without a hint of remorse. Hunter turned his attention to Freya, carefully cradling her delicate hands within his own. One of his large hands enveloped both of hers. "She's an omega, which means she lacks the healing abilities of other wolves. Her body takes three times longer to heal than that of an ordinary wolf. Are you aware of this, Beta?" Hunter inquired, tilting his head in Will's direction.

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.

I muttered to the soldiers, "You step an inch forward then I'll forget the kindness in my heart and save my family." My gaze drilled into the commandant. He must've sensed my annoyance and the overwhelming need to hurt them, he fell to my feet. Or was it my Luna aura? The rest of the soldiers fell before me. Flynn and his team were somewhat shaken. The smugness fell off Stan's face. "Who's pathetic now?" Chase smirked. "Don't be fooled," Flynn snarled, "She is just an Omega with no power. She is a helpless creature with false confidence."

He pulled his arm while the team was rescuing everyone. “Where are others?” He asked coldly. “There’s one that they are keeping in Win Raynold’s room.” “Who is she?” “She’s an omega who could make his dreams come true while he’s asleep.” She mumbled as Reagan lowered his head at her. She smelled enticing but he’s not stupid enough to be possessive of him. “You’ll meet the same torture as what you did to these girls.” She didn’t shudder. “You better just kill me.” She chuckled bitterly. “But I’m glad that you see me in this mess. Because no one ever saved me.”

I shook my head. Valentina still stood, her shoulders still up high, her spine still straight. “This is O,” she said, “the version of your omega drug sold on the black market.” My body tightened. “A son from a high Russian family took it,” he said, “not only is he showing symptoms of drug syndrome, but the father wants him back as an Alpha.” Valentina hissed. “Aren’t you the one who’s creating the drug?” Kalae’s expression twitched—genuine surprise.