Omegas Omegaverse Novels & Stories

“Maya understands the both of you better than you both do. I’ve always taken an interest in that boy. But he wasn’t a good match for Dante alone. He knows and understands his place. Maya is the buffer in your relationship. If he wasn’t there, and my airhead of a son really wanted to chase you… let’s just say that’s not something you want to experience. “Taiga, you might be at the top of the food chain, even higher than my son, but an Enigma is a lost cause.” Taiga’s face twisted in confusion. Phoebe sighed, shaking her head. “Let me explain better.” She gestured toward a bench nearby. Reluctantly, Taiga followed, and the two of them sat. “The system is weird,” Phoebe began. “An Omega sits at

Above us, the stars twinkle to a silent song as the moon continues to cast its pale haunting glow on us. We have to hurry to look for food before the sun comes up. It will be dangerous then. Dangerous, yes. We are living in dangerous times. Many moons ago, our pack was overtaken by another, the Blood Stone Pack. And now, those from Blood Stone control everything. From the money we earn to the place we stay and to the food we eat. Everything goes through them. And every once in a while, they will storm our village and drag omegas away with them. It doesn’t matter whether the omegas are still young, and it matters not if they scream and beg for mercy. Those who get torn away from their loved o

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

And there, in the center of darkness, sector Omega rose. It wasn't a bunker like the others. It was a monument of horror. A gigantic, deep black complex of nested, windowless monoliths, as the ribs of an ending giant project into the purple sky. The Walls consisted of the same indestructible carbonium alloy as Theta, but they were not clean. The entire surface of Omega was of a vibrant carpet made of black polymer blends. It looked like the fortress of the Consortiums are pumped by a huge, biomechanical heart. Huge

He stood up and went towards the shelves and grabbed some sort of liquid and poured it into his mouth. He came back to sit beside me and sighed. “Apex Omegas are the extinct types of Omegas, at least that is what everyone thinks because they have been hiding so well. And yes, I'm one of them,” he started and I paid all my attention to him. “The Apex Omegas are the strongest and rarest types of Omega and we easily multiply because our genes easily dominate every other type of genes including Alpha which explains why I'm more of an Apex Omega. My Alpha genes only dominate when I suppress my Omega instinct.”

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

I ran my right hand through my hair as the other stayed in my coat pocket, thinking back to the boys history class. I sighed as I remembered him describing it as a paradox, and how it was likened to two sides of a coin reversed? That they were a curse and a blessing, a symbol of bad and good, dark and light. The end but also the beginning of all good things? He had said they brought great evil, but that evil would only precede a greater good? And that meant that all those Omegas; all those people, families, friends, and future generations killed because they were seen as curses...

“Where are you going, Captain? Drunk already?” A hand taps my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Gray, our goalie, grinning like an idiot. “Uh, not really. I will be back in a minute,” I mutter. Drunk? Not even close. Unlike other Omegas who release pheromones, go into heat regularly, and are easily affected by Alpha pheromones, I am different. As a recessive Omega, my body barely reacts the way it is supposed to.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

There is some thing very strange going on and no matter how hard I try, I can not rid myself of the feeling. Bleu continues to fiddle with my fingers almost like he is very content with where he was and what he was doing. “An omega is a female that has the blessing of the moon goddess to be able to birth strong and very dominant alphas. There are usually part of the nobility and higher society but there have been records of omegas being born to the families of commoners. This is usually a thing of joy for the common families because they are able to see if their child to high ranking aristocrats that crave to have an omega to be able to have string and dominant alphas in their linage. It is