Omega Shadow Novels & Stories

~5 years ago~ My parents always made sure everything was perfect for the Alpha and his Luna. They were lead Omega's but that didn't matter. The Alpha found dust under a lamp. Not much but it was enough to be killed for apparently. They could feel his anger as he made his way down to our little falling apart shack. Knowing something was different this time, they told me and my sister to run into the woods and not to look back.

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

The Shadow wolves seemed to avoid her, a natural perimeter forming around her violet grey form as if the air itself was too dense for them to penetrate. "Mommy!" Maya’s voice screamed in my mind, but it wasn't a cry for help. It was a warning. "The ridge! The Father of the Shadows is coming!" I looked up just as the sky turned a bruised, angry purple. The obsidian peak of the mountain, which had been silent since the Bloom, suddenly groaned. A figure emerged from the very top of the ridge, draped in a shroud of matted black fur that looked like it was made of solid smoke. He was larger than Kaelen, his eyes not red, but a flat, lightless black that seemed to absorb the moon’s glow.

Later, these guards also tied my feet so I couldn’t move. Then the door swung open. A tall werewolf came in with a powerful and intimidating aura within him. “I am Bill Shadow, the Beta of Hurricane Dawn Pack. I need a moment with this she-wolf. She has ruined my sister’s day! I can’t let her go just like that.” The guards looked at each other. Then one of them nodded, “Beta Bill, we are sorry for the disturbance caused by our Omega. We will leave you with her for five minutes.” Then both of them leave the room.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

The people, drove by Thorne, offered vital help with their silver weapons, which appeared to be especially successful against the shadow wolves. I battled my direction through the scuffle, Kloss next to me. We were attempting to arrive at Rasha, realizing that she was the way to finishing this. Yet, the Umbra Wolf had different plans. As we approached Rasha, it ventured between us, its huge structure shutting out the blurring daylight. "You can't stop what is to come," its voice reverberated in my mind. "The period of obscurity has arrived." I held fast, directing more power than I ever had previously. "We'll see about that."

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

Voron screams through his bullhorn, his voice cracking with a sudden, primitive terror. The northern fighters panic. Three of the mechanical mortars discharge with a dull, heavy *thump*, sending canisters of silver dust screaming into the air above the river. But before the metal can even bloom into a cloud, Clyde moves. The Shadow Alpha lets out a roar that shakes the valley to its core. A massive, fifty-foot silhouette of an obsidian wolf erupts from his skin, a mountain of liquid black energy that leaps across the boiling river. The shadow-spirit swallows the silver canisters whole, the metal exploding harmlessly inside the void of his darkness, suffocating the chemical fire before a sing