Omega Stories Novels & Stories

Vanessa’s pov, After a short while the room filled with other people. I saw 4 men and 6 other females, and they all came to me to introduce themselves. I wondered whether Tomasso instructed them to be decent to me or something because I was used to being ignored. I watched them from my bed for a while and was surprised by how confident they all looked. An omega is the lowest of the pack and normally there is a reason for it like weakness or sickness. But maybe the leading pack was so strong that even the omegas were strong wolves. On the bed next to me a woman with short red hair sat down. She introduced herself before as Lianna.

he says, “I can’t even smell your wolf. Shift for us, I want to see how good you are.” I am like a child who has been caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar. I look down at my feet and clench my jaw. “I haven't found my wolf yet.” Helios slaps his thigh, turns to Hunter and raises both arms. He is flabbergasted. “She’s an omega with no wolf.” He shakes his head incredulously. “How is she supposed to fight? Have a dance-off with the enemy pack?” “Start her off with shootings. Then give her blades for physical combat.”

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

She wished there was a remedy to what she had seen, a prank probably! She unconditionally found herself walking down the path that passed the training grounds where young omega, both male and female, were being trained to guard the pack house. They were currently practicing their combat skills so she paused and watched them for a moment. She admired their energy and determination which was obvious and noticeable, unlike her own sense of helplessness.

The right state council answered immediately, not giving me space to think. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, “What nonsense are you saying?” I stopped laughing when I saw the right state council was serious, “Wait, It doesn’t make sense. I’m a wolf, and Skylar was a witch.” “Do you want to hear everything?” The right state council asked and I nodded my head, “Odessa was a witch, she was married to a wizard, unfortunately he died but she had twins for him then six years later she fell in love with a wolf then five years later, she had you.”

“Five years ago, we were sent into Kisatchie Forest on another stupid mission. We were supposed to pick off any wolves we found to weaken the Moon Edge pack.” I listened intently, my grip on my drink tightening. I didn’t like where this story was going, but I didn’t say anything or try to stop Oscar from telling it. “We found a wolf—a female on her own. We were a group of five. The odds were good. Unfair. We chased her through the woods. We were going to kill her,” Oscar said, eyes fixed on the bar top. “But other wolves came to her rescue. They killed my comrades—my friends. I was the only one who got away.”

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

"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.

An hour had passed since the girl left in a storm to hunt and I still couldn't shake her words out of my mind. Either the burn on my side was really getting to my head or I had gotten soft... But I felt pity for her. Out of all people, I, Jace Weston, Alpha of the... well, you get it, but... I was actually pitying the Omega. I just couldn't help it. Even my Wolf, who had finally decided to show up, was whimpering at the thought of his mate getting hurt. Well, seeing her sad. I never thought she had it THAT rough. I was told they were purposely promiscuous, since it was their way of feeling alive, equal to others. But this girl had to hide and listen to her mother getting... I can't even thin

Alora peeked around and sighed in relief when she saw no one around, her eyes shone brightly as she removed the wig on her head, then cupped some water from the river and washed her face, she kept on rubbing her face and gradually, the black spots on her face that made her so ugly revealed its beauty. The black spots scraped off to reveal a beautiful face that shone brightly in the darkness. Then she entered the water after pulling off her robe to reveal her underwear.