Omega's Opposite Novels & Stories

Lucas could have used her, but because he’s truly in love with her decided to sort for a different omega instead. The file explained how or the importance of the omega, within me or omegas were powers far greater than the norms. We’re walking bombs, and if operated correctly could become deflated rather than explode. They kept talking on how omegas are forbidden, destructive, and also powerful, yet I have never felt any power in my life. If I had, my life would suck and be a tragic tale. “No offense Salome, but we’re as ordinary or average as a wolf could get.” We’re just omegas, and it’s no specialty like they think it is.

“You don’t look like…” “I look like a human, right?” she asked. “I’m an Omega. We’re much…smaller. I’m sure it’s easy to mistake me for a human, so don’t worry about it.” An Omega. I stifled a gasp. It hadn’t been polite to ask, but I couldn’t help it. I knew the wolf society had a very strict pecking order when it came to their hierarchy. I knew Omegas were at the bottom of that hierarchy, but I had no idea they looked so…human.

Organizing. "Omegas are rare," she said. "One in several hundred wolves, maybe less. Nobody agrees on the exact number because there aren't reliable records — omegas historically didn't advertise, for reasons I'll get to." She paused. "They present differently from other wolves. They're not dominant, they're not submissive in the traditional sense — they're something else. Something adjacent. The abilities vary, but the common ones are—" She stopped. She started again more carefully. "Accelerated healing. Not just their own — they can support healing in others, with proximity, sometimes with touch. They calm aggressive wolves. Not by force, not by dominance, just — a quality they have. Like

Ollie said, and it occurred to me he might make an excellent lieutenant. We turned the way Ollie had indicated, back to the supply gate, and had made it perhaps twenty yards when the door opened. We turned back as one. An omega was standing there, one with almost white-blond hair. She sneered at us. “We don’t want her anyway! She can’t possibly be the one prophesized!” I shrugged and turned away. What a nut job. “She’s a Luna Wolf!” the omega said, and at that I did have to look back.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

She pulled Jessica behind her and walked out on her own, " Have you said enough? I'm really tired of all your Grade-based discrimination talk. How shameless. " "No one ever seems to doubt the saying that Alpha is by nature the strongest, bravest, smartest, kindest werewolf. Omega is the weakest, most cowardly, stupidest, most vicious werewolf. But I would love to ask you guys, is every Alpha you see in your daily life really that perfect? Is every Omega really that bad? "

Aria’s POV "Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible," the young Omega wolf across from me whispered, her shoulders hunched. "Like I'm taking up space that could be better used by someone stronger." I leaned forward in my therapist's chair, letting my voice soften with understanding. "Lisa, look at me." I waited until her tearful brown eyes met mine. "Being an Omega doesn't make you invisible. It makes you see things others miss. Feel things others ignore. That's not weakness – it's a different kind of strength."

Omega's are very jealous of their mates and they can do anything to make their mates happy and pleased with them. In rare cases, Omega's are wolves who are gifted with the power of divinity. They had the ability to see visions which gives them insights on a particular situation and grants them wisdom on how to overcome such challenges. I closed the book as I was amazed at how the lowest rank of the wolf kingdom could turn out to be very special. I dropped the book which was titled "Weird Truths about the rank - Omega" at the mystic section. I put the book back in the mystery section as I opened a book on war and began to read. I studied on the structures of the war and while wolves are going

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.