Omegaverse Nest Novels & Stories

By the time he was done they reeked of his scent, his pheromones were all over them. As Brian gets closer, he's in awe at how detailed the nest is. He could see how much effort the little Omega put into his nest. Every little piece seems to be laid perfectly, and precise. The two scarves weren't just thrown in. The Omega woven the scarves throughout his nest. The yellow and pink peeks out every now and then, woven throughout the walls of his beautiful nest.

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”

The annoyance radiating from Grant is palpable, Amir’s lips are tugging upwards and Malakai seems to be repressing a grin of his own. “Why?” Weston repeats, leaving Millan a little bewildered at the turn of events. “Umm, I don’t- I’m not too sure, really. I just… I am just-” “Nesting.” Everyone turns towards Amir at the same time. An omega typically starts nesting when they’re ready to have pups or are already expecting them. Millan's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. It’s only one shirt! Surely, this doesn’t count as nesting!

A sprawling network of rusted steel platforms, towers, and cranes rising out of the gray water on legs the size of skyscrapers. "Station Omega," Vane said. "The primary drilling rig. Abandoned two hundred years ago." It looked like a metal skeleton picking the teeth of the sky. Vines of mutated, black kelp hung from the crossbeams. Birds with four wings circled the central tower. "It’s hideous," Zephyr noted. "It’s perfect," Tristan said. "The magnetic interference from the rig will scramble any long-range scans. We’re invisible here." "And likely to die of tetanus," Vane grumbled. "Or get eaten by a two-headed shark."

The Nest was a tomb of silvered wood and rusted iron, buried so deep in the Blackwood state forest that the GPS had given up ten miles back, leaving them to navigate by the memory of a road Julian hadn't traveled in a decade. It was a sprawling hunting lodge that had seen better decades, its cedar walls grayed by the elements and its windows narrow like gun slits. As the SUV’s headlights cut through the thick, pre-dawn mist, the structure loomed out of the dark like a jagged ribcage. This was where the Vane name had been forged in moonshine and blood, long before the bespoke suits and the glass towers. This was the dirt beneath the empire.

And my eyes widened as I remembered the path I had followed chasing Myra down to her mother's home. A sign had stood broken at the behest of it's entrance, with picket fences blackened by moist and dampness. And the sign had read: "Welcome to the Lowlands" "Matters were made worse when the elders realized that the Omegas were said to be stronger than other wolves of the pack..." the boy continued, with his voice steady. "As they were said to be direct descendants of the Moon goddess...made by her own hands, and sculpted in her own image..." he explained. "As she held the mark herself as well..."

"Nagawa ninyong talunin ang inyong sariling mga takot. Pero sapat ba 'yan para pigilan ang pag-harvest ko sa inyong mundo?" ​Itinaas ng Omega ang kanyang kamay, at mula sa sahig ay lumabas ang mga itim na kable na direktang nakakonekta sa Stasis Pod ni Alexander. ​"Huwag mong hawakan ang anak ko!" sigaw ni Valerie, habang pinapaulanan ng laser fire ang Omega, ngunit ang mga bala ay tumatagos lamang. ​"Ang batang ito ang magiging 'Mainframe' ng aming bagong imperyo," tawa ng Omega. "Liam, ibigay mo na ang iyong source code. Huwag mo nang pahirapan ang pamilya mo."

Maren entered, bowing low, her face flushed from haste. “My Lady,” She whispered, “I brought you word.” Rey looked around, checking if anyone was nearby. She cast a soundproof spell. When she was sure that they were alone, she asked, “What did you find?” “The old tunnel beneath the eastern wing still exists. The same one we used during the blood harvest years. It leads beyond the Ember border into the valley. That's where you'll enter when the time comes.” Rey nodded slowly. Her plan was beginning to take shape.

“The Old World has developed the biomechanical code down there. Before the case,’ Rolled kael. His voice sounded as rough as smurgel paper. “It’s not a mutation. It is an experiment from Omega that has broken out from the ruins.” “And it grows,” Silas added gloomyly. “The Schwarm signature on this map is gigantic. If we do not destroy this collective in the heart of Omega, it will soon every bunker, every Rover, and every city on this planet will disappear. Also Ouroboros.” I looked over to our demolated steel lungs. Then I looked at Kael. The Commander seemed like chiseled out of granite, but I felt the storm in him

It was a blank canvas. Milo smiled gently. "It's tradition for an omega to build their own nest, to surround themselves with items of comfort. We couldn't presume to choose for you." He saw the flicker of sadness in her eyes as she thought of the fact she had nothing of her own, nothing that brought her comfort.