Omegaverse Marking Novels & Stories

What is Omegaverse? - Omegaverse is an AU (alternate universe) in which males can get pregnant.In this system, there are three main roles: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alphas - is the only where males have 'knots' and have a high chance of reproduction with omegas. Aside from that, they also have a high sperm count. In society, they stand above the Omegas and Betas. Betas - They make up the majority of the population. Both their physiques and behavior are no different from normal humans.

When I finally made up my mind to sever the mate bond, I discovered I was pregnant, with twins. If I took the medicine to sever the bond at that time, not only would I lose the babies, but I might never be able to conceive again. My parents had tried to persuade me. They said Marcus was a pack Alpha, and becoming Luna was something countless she-wolves wouldn't even dare dream of. They also said that if an Alpha's mate demanded to sever the bond, it would be a scandal that could throw the pack into chaos and damage its reputation. Marcus's parents also promised that as long as I gave birth to the children, my family would enjoy wealth and security for generations.

“Why?” “Because unclaimed omegas are becoming leverage.” The word makes my skin go cold. “Leverage for what?” I ask. “For power,” she says simply. “For alliances that don’t need consent to justify themselves.” I think of Darius’s smile. The way he spoke like my future was already decided. “You’re unmarked,” Maren continues. “Which makes you visible. Valuable. And vulnerable.” “I work,” I say weakly. “I don’t stand out.”

Never given him a reason to fear it. Until now. Evren pulled his shirt over his head and stared down at the symbol. A chill settled over him. The mark was different. Only slightly. A new line had appeared among the dark patterns, branching outward like the beginning of something unfinished. Anyone else might have missed it entirely. He hadn't. The burning slowly faded, but the unease remained. A knock sounded at the door. He already knew who it was. "Come in." Eros entered without ceremony. His gaze immediately settled on the discarded shirt before moving to the mark itself. The door closed behind him.

Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings. Reese’s wolf, Botan, his coat was black. A rich, deep black that almost shimmered blue when he was in the sunlight. Eva’s markings were the same beautiful black color. She had a crescent moon on her right flank. Reese told me that it was a waxing crescent moon. According to Reese, her mark was filled with symbolism and contained several positive aspects. Including making new friends, being decisive, building a better future, and increasing her happiness and joy.

"She is a tool Omegas use to acquire power. A power I will not allow this child to use." He stood, his Alpha aura a suffocating weight of power and superiority. He walked to Rhea, his dark over her face. He raised his hand, and a mark, a symbol of his authority, a symbol of his superiority, appeared on her forehead. It was the mark of a traitor. The mark of a rogue. The mark of a fool. Rhea experienced the brand sear into her skin, a scorching pain that made her cry out. It was a brand. A brand of shame. A brand of betrayal.

Storms. Power. Not ordinary wolf power either. My stomach twisted uneasily. Then suddenly Jason stopped again. At the center of the ruined territory stood a massive crater burned directly into the earth itself. And inside it… Silver markings glowed faintly beneath the ash. Forbidden symbols. I recognized them instantly from old war texts hidden beneath the palace library. Omega execution seals. My blood ran cold. “No,” I whispered. Jason crouched beside the markings carefully. “These symbols were destroyed centuries ago.” “They were supposed to be.”

Every word was a hammer blow, chipping away at the fragile wall I had built around my not so little secret. “You see, this one passage, in particular, stands out,” Amora pressed further, "In rare instances, a male child may be born with the Omega's mark. Such beings are considered abominations, harbingers of misfortune. Their existence is to be concealed at all costs.” She looked at me, searching my eyes for any hint to give her the confirmation she wanted… “Interesting, wouldn't you say?” She added. “Your Highness, I don't particularly take pleasure in reading ancient texts.” I said, sounding as polite as possible.

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.

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.