Omegaverse Novels & Stories

She heard him shout before hearing clicking sounds,Mae was a Dominant omega so she had supernatural gifts unlike recessive that don't, recessive only get gifts when they mate with a Dominant alpha,Mae could hear things from far and could smell anything from anywhere,she was like a dog,she could use her nose to track anything and right now her sense of smell was doing too much with the blood stains on her clothes and face,she could also hear her father punching the keypads of his phone, shaking she was frightened at what he would do when he finds her,hot tears dropped from her eyes as she tried to hold herself from sniffing back the tears because any noise she makes will attract her father, s

Trevor didn't know why, but he felt even more annoyed by those dirty eyes on him than before. He'd gotten used to it, it was part of his life anyway. When you're an Omega, you're bound to be stalked, chased seduced, raped, assaulted... So to say that Trevor had seen all sorts of strange people coming up to him and trying to get him was no exaggeration. Luckily for him, he had been well trained by his grandfather to avoid the worst. Surely marking will solve all these problems, because once an omega is bound to an alpha, another alpha should not lay a hand on him. But that was only in theory, because in this sick world, an Omega who was already marked would sometimes still get raped or attack

“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.

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

I asked in anger. He suddenly turned his gaze on the battlefield where I could see Rhea and this guy who's in his wolf form fighting. And I could not believe that Rhea has the upper hand on this find. As far as I know, she was just a low level omega so where exactly did she get this monstrous strength from? "By the way, my name is Zeus and I am Matthew's brother. Although we are not really related by blood, we treated each other like real brothers." I could care less about him or his relation with Matthew!

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm Orvyn's POV "Who could have done this?" Ruffus slumped into his chair, the wood creaking slightly under his heavy weight. Gloom and unspoken fear radiated his features. Like everyone else on the Table, he was afraid for the safety of the House. The Omicrons are the souls of lost werewolves who could not be absolved of their crimes. The Moon Goddess suffered them rest, confining them to the underworld with insatiable hunger. Not for blood, but for souls.

I stop just a couple of steps back from them but close enough so Jay can see me and I carry on with what Alex was saying. "Well you see Jay, it was all for nothing, yes Luna and Alpha are my parents and nothing in this world could ever change that but they are not my parents by blood. I don't have any Alpha blood in me, I'm technically an Omega." He looks completely lost and I have to bite back the laugh that's trying to free from my throat.

She growled, the veins on the side of her neck popping out. Then I noticed a mark on her neck. A quarter moon shape. It was familiar because– I had one too. It was the marks given to Omega at birth, to distinguish them from the rest. Hers was barely visible, it seemed she covered it with make up powder. “You are– you are an Omega.”

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.

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”