Omegaverse Enigma Novels & Stories

They had been named Snow and Forrest. Two little Enigmas with dark hair, pale eyes and faces that looked too much like the Bane of Moons for comfort. Not Alphas. Enigmas. Which was not incorrect anyway. Omega referred to those capable of carrying life regardless of gender while Enigmas referred to those capable of giving it. Commonbloods stood between both designations untouched by either dominance trait but there were more Commonbloods close to Omegas than Commonbloods close to being Enigmas.

"When pure wolf muscles and fangs are no longer relevant, pure power shifts to machines, money, and mind. Tonight, it is not just a surrender of my riches." Oswald looked straight at Chloe who stepped up to him, accompanied by Alexander the god of war from hell behind him. "Tonight, Vanguard as a whole became a singular entity," continued the grandfather. He took out a command stick coated with black crystal - the key to activating the OMEGA System, a doomsday satellite protocol that could cut off the entire earth's signal in five seconds. Oswald handed the wand into Chloe's palm. "Give a never-ending round of applause to your new Queen, Chloe Vanguard!" shouted Oswald.

“Times have changed. There are others who want that omega back. Powerful others.” I felt my blood run cold. 'Marcus.' The name flashed through my mind before Knox even said it. Knox continued, gaining confidence. “Enigma Marcus sends his regards. He says the omega is part of a larger agreement. If you interfere, you will be starting a war between enigmas. And we both know how that ended for you last time.” Rage exploded in my chest. So that was it. Marcus. The same bastard who had sent Eli to seduce and betray me years ago. He had been silent for a long time, licking his wounds after I destroyed his attempt to take my territory. Now he was using this weak alpha as a pawn to test me again.

The steel door slowly opened. A freezing gust of air swept through the underground facility. Behind it... There was no army. No rows of experimental subjects. No advanced weapons. Instead... A massive command center stretched into the darkness. Hundreds of monitors. Satellite communication systems. Artificial intelligence servers. And at the very center... A glowing digital map of the world. Eve stood before it. A faint smile curved her lips. "Welcome..." "...to Genesis Omega." --- Elsewhere... Inside the monastery's hidden laboratory...

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

TokeSignals84: It doesn't have to be like this, All we need to do is make sure we keep talking MyHelperz: I would LOVE for that little bitch to talk about OEMGAS!! Oooh, my dick is hard! I want to hear more about OEMGAS!! CrzyDwnHr: Omegas are a legit part of our history. Why shoudn’t she talk about them? RelevantKeywordOuch: Bite me, @MyHelperz. WhatYuzVant: Omegas? Oh yeah, you wolves are all weird about them because they’re super sexy and stuff, right? Like, no wolf can resist them?

He backed up until he hit the edge of the desk, eyes wide. “The mark. Omegas are born with a sigil—something ancient, embedded in the skin. It usually stays dormant unless triggered by proximity to a fated Alpha.” He froze. “A what?” I didn’t answer. I stepped closer. He didn’t move away this time. He had no space to. Slowly, hesitantly, he turned and tugged up the back of his oversized hoodie. My breath caught. There it was. Faint, like ink bleeding through paper—an old rune curled low between his shoulder blades. Almost invisible… but glowing faintly in the moonlight slanting through my window.

“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.

I ask my voice coming out unsure. “Endurance” she looks at me like she’s expecting more questions. “Any other questions?” she asks me. “What was that dodging scheme for, I mean if you weren’t gonna let me a space to dodge, then why would you give me false hope?” “Where’s the fun in going straight to the point?” “I just want you to learn that Part of endurance, and also know that in the world of the supernatural, everything is not what it seems, I don’t know, just pick up pieces”

I softly chuckle as a young boy, probably only around 16 with bright red hair, scurries through the crowd while he waves his hands frantically above his head, trying to get our attention. The gathering has been a mix of good things along with a sprinkle of a few bad things and people just to keep us guessing. Not surprisingly, several packs have completely ignored us, because of the pack’s dislike and belief that omegas are a terrible mistake the Moon Goddess needs to resolve quickly. However, I’m rather proud to say most of the participants have been either neutral or even positive when finding out about omegas. Many even thought omegas were only a tale from the past.