Omegas Omegaverse Novels & Stories

She’s back in my corner. “You’re absolutely right, the blue moon’s legend is a tale that surrounded beings of your nature,” I began as I led us out of her room and headed for the stairs that takes us down to the dinner hall. “We’ve had many omegas in the past, those who escaped their brutal fate like you did. You know omegas are not suppose to live, they’re suppose to be killed and wipe out the moment they were born. But just like you escaped your death, we’ve had many in the past who escaped theirs. Omegas are said to be the harbingers of death, chaos and destruction. What many failed to realize or come to know is that they also marked creation and life itself, omegas are the moon goddess’

the one who understands their secrets.Paul Wason looked at her hand, and at her eyes. He did not look at a god, but at a woman. A mother. A woman with a horrible, lovely, and deep purpose. "You… you need my help?""I am not a god who sits on a throne, Paul Wason," Sama Arthur said, her voice now deeply low and fierce. "I am a god of the people.". The balance is not just in me; it is in all of us. And the balance has been broken for far too long. The Alpha High Council, in their arrogance, have enslaved and used the Omegas. They have stolen their gifts and turned them into weapons. They have made them believe they are less than an instrument to be used. They have made them believe that they a

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.

“I am very sorry, Hannah! I swear, it isn’t what you think it is!” She kicked me off, purposely making me fall flatly on the wet ground. “Everybody’s right, omegas are the worst. Low-life people, you shouldn’t have been born at all. You are a curse, no wonder your parents died.” She mocked me, laughed at my situation, and included my family. “Do not… speak of them like that.” I sniffed. I wanted to fight back, I wanted to stand for what I believe but I cannot. I stared at the alpha and realized he was just smoking while watching me get physically harassed by Hannah.

Or too stupid to use it,” Cassidy added. I still didn't answer them, instead I focused on kneading the dough, despite the ache in my hands. Suddenly, the bowl of flour beside me was knocked over, spilling on the table and floor. “Oops,” Cassidy grinned after pushing the flour to the ground. “You’ll have to clean that up. Don’t screw it up, or we’ll tell the kitchen mistress you wasted supplies.” Still, I didn’t speak, instead I reached for a rag. “See?” Cassidy said loudly. “This is why Omegas exist. To clean up after their betters.”

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

“But yours—” “Both of them are lit up,” I said, “What does that even mean?” “Truly, you have developed omega traits, but you still have your Alpha traits,” Gerard said, “which is weird, because my drugs don’t work this way.” Gerard began his medical gibberish about how Alphas and omegas have an extra part of the brain called something that sounded like what could summon a demon, how his drug altered that part and neurotransmitter, breaking genetic sheath—whatever the fuck that meant.

For you, for your child, and for every pack in this region. The words hit Elara like a physical blow, and she felt her knees go weak. Moon Omega line. She'd heard whispers of it before, stories told in hushed voices about omegas who were born with power that rivaled even the strongest Alphas, omegas who could heal with a touch, who could command wolves with their voice, who could shift the balance of power with their very existence. But those were just myths, legends meant to give hope to omegas who had none. They weren't real. They couldn't be real.

I asked, making sure to sound uninterested because I didn't really care about what he wanted, I just needed him out of my way so I can find Daisuke before something bad happens to him. "We need to talk... about Daisuke," he said. "You have your own omega, leave me with mine," I said and began to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. "He's not yours." He stated, his pheromones began leaking out and by the smell of it, I could tell he was angry but there was also something mixed in with his rage... anxiety, maybe I could use that. "Why are you so scared? Does your little omega not satisfy you?" I taunted.

He turned to Belinda, his eyebrows furrowing from confusion at first, but quickly straightening out. "Because you have no proof." His frown was replaced with a glare. "I've known for a long time now that you aren't a true offspring of the late alpha, and that's why you were born an omega. You're angry, that's understandable. They were horrible to you, after all. But that is nothing out of the ordinary in the werewolf world! Omegas will be discriminated against, and illegitimate daughters will be treated badly by the legitimate ones. It isn't right, I know, but none of it is out of line. You had no right to come for my pack!"