Omega Tony Stark Novels & Stories

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

Through the windows, sunlight shone on his back and the outline of his figure glimmered slightly. “Director Hart, Miss Stark is here.” After hearing Leo’s voice, Tony raised his head and his eyes narrowed. Then, he leaned backward in the chair. His facial features were perfectly exquisite and well-defined, and he was also tall and well-built. He was dominant yet not ostentatious, sharp yet not ruthless, and there was a hint of laziness as he leaned backward at this moment. Tony had completely dominated Sasha’s field of sight now.

Farah twitched her ears then looked at her pack, they all itched to go hunt and she wove a paw triggering it. Only the small girl remained standing close by, watching Ray and Tala through the cage. "I hope you don't allow her in here" Ray said removing his ring "She will not survive" Farah looked at her "Her name is Tika, she's my most loyal Omega, and she won't act without my consent" "What's with her and that spear then!? She's not afraid to stab you with it?" Tala asked. "She's strict about her orders" "So we saw" Ray said rubbing again.

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

“He can help a lot. You know that, right? I bet Yan Hao put there all kinds of security systems, and we need someone like Tony who can quickly disarm them.” Kaiden rubbed his temples. “I know… I just hope he can work under pressure. It might get very unpleasant out there.” “Tony has been running a multi-million-dollar company for over a decade now. Trust me, he knows how to work under pressure,” I told him. He sighed and patted my back. “Let's hope you're right.” “I know I'm right.” I chuckled, heading to our van. I was about to open the door when the buzzing phone pulled me to a halt. It was an email. I opened it, and a photo appeared on the screen. My breath hitched, and I stumbled back.

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.

Athena and Grey hadn't spent a lot of money setting up The Omega Team offices. She'd contributed part of her retirement fund she'd cashed out at the police department, but the bulk of it had come from him, a nest egg left to him by his best friend killed in Afghanistan. They lived in the little two-bedroom house in West Tampa that had been Lucky's, comfortable and low maintenance. For the agency, though, they'd purchased an old warehouse in a commercial district. They'd walled off half of it for offices. The other held their sophisticated electronics and communications center. She'd told Grey when they had it set up she thought he might be able to run the entire country from there.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”