Omegaverse Omegas Novels & Stories

Her fingers twitched once—a nervous reflex—before falling still as she devoted every bit of focus to seeing. "Yet the Omegas are not far behind. They possess the strongest mental fortitude, allowing them to freely control their minds and making them less susceptible to the mental degradation that sometimes plagues Alphas. This strong mental defense is often seen as compensation for their inability to shift into a beast form. However, this does not make them fragile," Milo recited, drifting toward Lev. "Omegas like your other dad can exhibit formidable mental strength that can be used freely in battle." Lev lifted his hand. The leaves scattered across the ground trembled—then floated upward.

“Tore apart every stone. Burned every scroll. If there was a secret, it’s gone now.” “Unless,” Priest Rowen said slowly, “the omegas took it with them. Passed it down through their bloodline.” “You mean if there are survivors, they might know?” Maren’s eyes widened. “Precisely.” The conspirators looked at each other. A silent agreement passed between them. “We need to find this omega,” Alpha Lucien said. “Alive, if possible. Make them talk. Learn what they know about the temple’s secrets.” “And if they don’t talk?” Commander Voss asked.

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..."

The other one stated. "Why? Have you forgotten all of us are omegas?" Raising my eyebrow while I cocked my head sideways. "Yeah, but the uncle of her sister's mate is the beta!" "Oh, please. Spare me the riding of coattails drama!" I want to laugh at them. That is their definition of 'related to the beta and gamma'. Even if one of their friends had a mate that was related or even had just a teenie bit of blood connected with the elites, they immediately claimed to be close.

Alpha Michael’s POV I marched into the strip club with Robert by my side, but the sight that unfolded before us had me freezing in my tracks. The once-lively club had been turned upside down, a perverted mockery of its former self. At the center of the chaos sat a man I recognized all too well – Marcus, the leader of the rogue wolves. He relaxed in a high-backed chair with a group of half-naked women surrounding him. A blonde omega with large breasts sat in his lap, his hand on one of her nipples, toying with it like he was playing a game.

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.

Not to mention if the rogues decide to transform as well, they could pose a significant threat. Then Brianna suddenly remembered one of the rumors that she heard back in school. During the year when her parents prohibited her from being friends with Omega… Brianna always secretly tries to learn about them, and she does that by eavesdropping on their group talk during the school break. The Omegas, besides being the weakest in physical combat, hold the secret power that none other wolves have. It was the power they could form if they were in danger, and that power was… A mate called—A power to call their mate by using their blood.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

He trailed off and plopped himself down on the chair, "I've forgotten. I'll pay more attention to it next time," I went still, momentarily forgetting the worry that bugged my mind prior to this conversation. I've heard stories about the,m, the rarest kind of omegas and how much power they could wield. They'd bring even a Lycan to his knees and have him in the palm of their hands and the omegas aren't limited to genders." "We were told they are extinct. How is that even possible?" My brows raised in question "We should find out ourselves, that's why I'm here. Get more information before more people knows about it." Davis replied.

Her long white hair braided tight and her voice cracked. “Raven Blackthorne. Last of the weapon blood.” I lifted my chin. My heart slammed against my ribs. “I have a name. Use it.” Some of the elders smiled shamelessly. The woman continued. “We made your line. Thousands of years ago. We needed something that could break curses and raise armies in one bite. Omegas were the answer. Rare, beautiful and deadly when aimed right.” Ethan’s whole body went stiff beside me. I felt his rage like heat.