Omega Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Beta Connor began to order before he felt as if he were choking. "All these people willing to die for you while you remain grounded," Black continued. The Mad One had remained perfectly still, but his predatory eyes were now staring at the Red Moon Beta. Connor felt as if he'd been crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure of the power unleashed by Alpha Black. He trembled with fear as he saw everyone around him start to howl and writhe under the pain of this legendary wolf's black aura.

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

He had already mind linked Steven, succinctly telling him the situation. When the Black wolf stepped on the territory, a low pressure surrounded his form. Everybody who was awake felt an urgency to bow to him. The omegas shifted into their wolves while Alpha Steven stood his ground with difficulty. He looked at the black wolf with shocked eyes. He looked like the one they saw in Emma’s vision! The stature, height, and aura, everything matched, except for the mark of blessing. This black wolf had no crescent shaped moon on his chest. His fur was pure black.

"I want to know everything about you. Where are you from? What happened to you, and with you? How did you wind up taking on a suicidal mission? If it's possible, can you begin with your childhood?” His tone scared the hell out of me. It was cold, but I understood his words. But why did he want to know about me? Shouldn't he be kicking me out? “Ummm, my name is Athena Blackwood from the Phoenix pack. Well, was from the Phoenix pack. You already know this part, sorry. I'm twenty-three years old, an omega wolf, and the eldest of my mother's children. I was mated to Alpha Enzo. I did everything he ever asked of me. I don't know if you know this, but I have, had I mean, I had special blood runnin

The only thing I kept hearing from most of the wolves was that Caleb Syder was in our territory. My eyes fell on Caleb Syder. He was seated in alpha Harrison's usual spot, which could only mean that alpha Harrison was far below him. He had a very huge frame. There were several tattoos running all over his body. His face was free of tattoos or several beastly marks on other parts of his body. His brown eyes complemented his brown hair greatly. He's a very handsome person. His face was expressionless, making it very impossible to read if he was going to save me or not.

a servant announced. “Go, go see your father. We will talk later.” I followed the servant straight down the long, dim corridor and pushed open the door to his office without knocking. Richard Blackwood sat behind his desk, a tumbler of scotch resting beside his hand. He didn't look up immediately. He slowly flipped a page on a corporate ledger. I hated exactly how I resembled him. “The prodigal son decided to come back. Thought you wouldn’t come, even if you’re weeks late.” He sipped his scotch and finally looked up at me.

Orion stated. The name sent a chilling shiver through the room. Hassan Blackthorn was a legend—ruthless, completely disciplined, and the commander of the most feared military force in the werewolf world. He dressed in tailored black suits, ruled his empire with cold logic, and had zero interest in love or political marriages. “Blackthorn?” Cedric scoffed, throwing his hands up in despair. “He’s a goddamn monster! He hates the Ravenscar pack, yes, but he would never agree to a sudden alliance with us. He doesn't take sides in Council disputes.”

I stand still and try to disappear, a skill I perfected at Blackthorn. "Shoulders back," Iris instructs for the hundredth time. "You're not in Blackthorn anymore. You don't need to make yourself smaller." Easy for her to say. She was born into this world of protocol and power. I catch snippets of servant gossip as they pass in the halls: "Can't believe he's letting a wolfless omega attend . . ." “ . . . probably another of his charity cases . . ." " . . . did you hear what happened at Blackthorn? They say she and Cassius . . ."

It is the symbol of the Witch Family of the West. Infamous for their usage of black magic and forbidden spells unknown to the world the Western boundary was limited to other immortals. Living on their own away from the government of the 5 Elite families, why? Why would his mother have a connection with one of the leaders? It was a thought that came across Alkhun's mind. The water dissipated the vision of him when the coy fish pass from his vision. It was a coy fish that has been there ever since he was born. He followed the sight of it and saw it eating crumbs of probable bread.

Or else, no more third life awaited for him/her. After Yman whispered the word "resonance", a full display of window interface appeared on his vision. The truth was, any magician that was in contract with the System Deity was able to summon their Window Interface even not in their resonance mode. This window interface was also known as... "Cyber Screen," Yman spoke softly. It was followed by... A lovely female voice tickled his ears, which followed by pop up notifications. Since this was his first time, he chose the choices. System Deity was a super-intelligent system and could converse to humans like a normal person.