Omega X Profile Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Does he know I have no wolf?” To clear my doubt, I said to him. "But I don't have a wolf" I said. In my old pack, I was an omega but most omegas have wolves but just a weak one but I have none so technically I am human omega, if that makes sense. "I know" he said and I was surprised. He knows?

Alaric says, “I name Hazel of the apothecary line, daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina, as my Luna. My equal. My mate. From this day until my last.” The pack is silent. Then Elder Malric drops to one knee. “Luna Hazel.” The sound rolls like thunder. “Luna Hazel. Luna Hazel. LUNA HAZEL.” Omegas cry. Warriors thump their chests. Pups howl. I look at my father. Tears are running down his face, but he’s smiling. “Your turn,” Alaric murmurs to me. I step forward. My knees shake. I’m 22, an omega, a healer. But I’m also Luna now.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

Being an Omega while the other students were all Alphas, Betas and Gammas, she didn’t have many friends, which is probably why Professor Miles managed to take such advantage of her. The substitute Professor follows her with his eyes, his wolf growling in his head as her scent is intoxicating; however, it is overshadowed by the scent of another male. He knew that there was an Omega in the Academy for the first time; his father had told him that she was one of the highest graduating Omega students he had ever come across. As he had gone over the file his father had given him about her, his wolf reacted just to her ID photo. He had wanted to meet her and see for himself how she managed to get i

I asked, but before Teddy could respond, Sky and Cassy interrupted. The next day, we headed to the bayou. Teddy led me down to the omega camp while Sky stayed at the house with Cassy, who despised airboats. The camp felt desolate, even for an omega camp. "So, what did you mean about Oxxy?" I pressed Teddy. He sighed. "Oxxy can't talk, only makes weird noises. Most of the pack pushes him out. No one knows if he even has a wolf. He's always bullied and does not try to do anything about it. I just don't think he has any alpha blood."

Axe was a tall, slim, elegant and very beautiful omega, with a challenging look and a presence that made even the gods pale in comparison. The dark-haired omega was like something no one had ever seen before, and just the sight of him was enough to impress Karel completely and for the rest of his life. With his long hair and that smile full of secrets that hid all the poison he let loose when he spoke, something that Karel found absolutely amusing was seeing his father so disturbed by the omega and trying to hide it.

Meaning, it was meant for me and for that alpha. "What evidence did you get?" she asked, full of curiosity in her eyes. "A faint smell of omega in him. That means, during the time when his rut started, he was with an omega. Everyone can tell that it's not you since they all see you that time with Roxie and the other beta in your class. Also, some alpha in other classes testified that they also see you with Roxie and the others. So, suspecting you as that omega means nothing now. Also, the smell of that smell wasn't the same as yours. Your pheromones smell like mint citrus, and that one is like a sweet macaroon."

I replied quietly. ‎She blinked in surprise. ‎ ‎“It’s rare for an Omega to survive alone outside a pack,” I continued. “Most of the wolves here are Betas like me.” ‎ ‎A few of the wolves around us lifted their chins proudly as we passed. ‎ ‎“But don’t mistake that,” I added firmly. “Being a Beta doesn’t make us weak. Rogues survive because we’re strong, stronger than most pack wolves.” ‎Seraphina nodded slowly as we walked deeper into the settlement.