Omegaverse Prompts Novels & Stories

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it?

Mathew replied her, his hands to his hips as he stared her naked body, 'How did he not see it before? He asked himself,the panic attacks,the nightmares,he had read somewhere that Dominant omega's pregnancies were the worst kind of pregnancies and they sometimes induce trauma,her awesome suddenly huge tits and extra curves to her body,her extra tommy,not like he was complaining but he just thought she was getting fat from all the lazing she did around,but now that he knew and understood why she is like this he couldn't help but adore her,but before he tells her he needed to do an actual confirmation even though he could see it was true he just wasn't ready to be wrong after getting his hopes

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

My power clawed at the threads, tried to smother the cracks, and tried to seal the abyss. And for one breathless instant… it almost worked. Almost.. But the void screamed. A soundless, endless scream that ripped through my marrow. My pheromones faltered. The abyss devoured them, like swallowing light into a black hole. My knees buckled, chest caving inward. “No…” I gasped, the word raw, shredded. “No, no, no!” “My omega..” His voice. Vlad’s voice. I whipped my head toward him, tears already streaming. He stood at the center of it all, shadows bleeding from his frame, glyphs blazing brighter than I’d ever seen—bright, and unstable.

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!

“Planned. All of it.” I reached out and turned the page myself. My fingers left bloody prints on the screen. There was a whole section about Omegas. Rare Omegas. Ones born every few hundred years with power that can break curses or make entire packs unstoppable. My name was not on the page yet, but there was a blank line waiting. And under it, in my father’s handwriting: Raven Blackthorne – last chance or final weapon. I stepped back as if the screen burned me. Ethan grabbed my hand, his palm was warm. “Baby, look at me.”

After all, ten million was useless if he fell ill! Author has something to say: Davi: I'm a hardworking OMEGA! Liam: My baby works hard all night~~ chuuu

The story is set in an omegaverse universe with a contemporary setting. Omegaverse means the population of the world is divided into three species. I. Alpha II. Beta III. Omega The three species hold two more divisions, dominant and recessive. Dominants are the rarest and most desired in each species.

I asked, making sure to sound uninterested because I didn't really care about what he wanted, I just needed him out of my way so I can find Daisuke before something bad happens to him. "We need to talk... about Daisuke," he said. "You have your own omega, leave me with mine," I said and began to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. "He's not yours." He stated, his pheromones began leaking out and by the smell of it, I could tell he was angry but there was also something mixed in with his rage... anxiety, maybe I could use that. "Why are you so scared? Does your little omega not satisfy you?" I taunted.

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.