Omegaverse Enigma Novels & Stories

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”

Instead, she obediently follows me into the building and off to a small meeting room on the first floor. As soon as the door shuts behind the girl, I turn and ask, “Who are you and why are you working here?” I can tell she is an omega, which makes this whole thing even odder than before. It is so rare to see an omega, but a rogue one is extremely unlikely. Something must have happened. Something bad. The shaking in her hands slowly spreads across her whole body. However, she says nothing. She looks at me with pleading eyes, but I will not cave this time. I have to know what is going on with her.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

“It wasn’t meant as one.” Mira leaned over the digital board. “She doesn’t fear rage. She fears change. You represent variance—something she can’t model. Something she can’t plan for.” Tobias added, “You’re chaos in a tight black uniform.” Ophelia looked mock-offended. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Down in Subnet Omega—the data labyrinth beneath Velgrave—Carl and Leyland ran a remote sweep for Lyra’s mirror signatures. The digital grid above them blinked with red highlights, the system failing to quarantine her fragmented copies.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN. The voice wasn't Kael's. It was a sonar pulse that bypassed the ears and spoke directly to the marrow. The First Omega’s shadow manifested on every screen in the hall, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, her face a mask of airless indifference. [THE SOVEREIGN UNIT IS A STOLEN PROTOTYPE. THE ANCHOR-MOTHER CARRIES THE ILLEGAL MARROW OF THE ARCHITECTS. STATUS: RECLAIMABLE HARDWARE.]

He had no "Status." "I'm harvesting the Hundred-Year Regret," the Omega explained, his face contorting into a mask of ecstatic greed. "You think your ten years of longing was powerful? She lived through a century of it. She is the most concentrated source of 'Vance-Noise' in existence. With her as my battery, I don't need a ship. I don't need an Ark. I can reboot the universe and make myself the Architect of the New London." The Emotional Tension: The Two Meilins

“You’re burning up.” I looked into his eyes. They were clear green, assessing me, yes, but there was no malice in them, only confusion and a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. “Who are you?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “Alpha Lucian Vale of the Rogue Pack.” The Rogue Pack? That was one of the outer territories, far north, isolated. They rarely participated in these events. I knew they were fiercely traditional, highly committed to old magics.

Back To Together. Natasha's POV My eyes swiveled to the right and to the left as Ryan paced around his study taking historical books one after the other as he checked them. Anytime he didn't find anything useful he groaned and I sighed.I felt relieved as I opened up to Ryan,I told him everything that has been going on with me, starting with the time I was almost choked to death and how I burnt the garden. I was grateful Ryan didn't find me as a weirdo or thought that I needed mental treatment because all the facts in the history books all together stated that Omegas are the weakest in the chain rank and have no possibility of gaining immense strength.