Omegaverse Prompts Novels & Stories

I could feel the triplets’ eyes on me, their presence overwhelming, and the bond snapped. “Look at me, Rebecca” Damien said, his voice softer but still strong. My name sounded so amazing coming from him, and I loved the way it made my skin tingle and heart race. I lifted my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, and the bond ignited in my chest, taking my breath away. Kael’s dark eyes were on me too, and studying my figure, while Lucian’s held a mix of curiosity and something warm, that made my heart race. Magnus stepped forward, towering over me. “This is a mistake,” he said, his voice cold. “You are an Omega, and you can’t be their mate.”

The hum from the staff grew slightly stronger and it was not outside me and it was inside me and my chest felt warm and my heartbeat slowed and then deepened and in the darkness behind my closed eyes faint lines of light appeared and they were like the carvings on the cave walls and they moved gently and they wove together and I felt something beneath my skin stir and it was not pain and it was awakening. A memory that was not my own surfaced as if it was carried by the air itself and I saw Omegas standing in a wide circle under open sky and their hands were joined and their eyes were closed and the ground beneath them glowed faintly and a wave of calm spread outward from their center and it

She was making a bit of sense and I began to doubt whatever hope I had. She bent slightly, just enough to meet my eye. “But I’m giving you a chance, child. Help me understand who you are, then I can help find a way to help you survive this.” “I don’t know who I am anymore.” I looked away immediately. “Then let’s start with who you were,” she said, almost gently now. “Before you came here.” Her eyes bore into me, searching and probing. “I’m Dextera Neville,” I murmured. “An Omega of Bisclaveret pack. A wolfless, beasty one to be precise.”

My hands, still trembling from the encounter in the garden, clutched at the hem of my borrowed dress. Then, the door rattled open, scraping against the floorboards. Three figures filled the doorway, their massive frames casting long, distorted shadows into the room. They weren't smiling. Not even the omega, who seemed to be their reluctant accomplice, offered a hint of welcome. One of the rogues, the one who’d pawed at me in the woods, the one who’d seen my face, stepped forward. His eyes, dark and predatory, pierced right through me. The other rogue, a brute I didn't recognize, stood slightly behind him, his arms crossed over a scarred chest. The omega shuffled nervously to the side, avoidi

I felt waves of sparks in my hand suddenly I was pulled against a huge chest. "Mine" It vibrated as multiple growls were heard from my family and friends Beta Trevor chuckled uneasily, "Maybe you are just confused by her Omega powers." He suggested as he tried to calmed the situation. I'm not confused she is mine "DON'T TOUCH HER " Crap. How could this be happening? I wasn't supposed to have a mate suddenly, I heard all of our warriors rushed over. This was going to be a blood bath if I did do something quickly. I used my omega powers to calmed Alpha lance and let it roll through all.

"I come from the window winder pack, and i belong to the lowest of all pack." Bella said, hoping he understood what he meant. Hoping he would allow her cross the borders, to her freedom. "The lowest of all pack?" Blade asked, confused at what she meant, he was not a lover of wolves, not until recently, he found one who was able to bring happiness to his life. "I am the omega of my pack, I am the worthless werewolf found in every pack. And I hope you let me go and forget about the goddess mating you to me."

"bitch you cant be this dull, I've told you way more times than I should have, how the fuck can't you get it through your stupid fucking skull? "I get that you want revenge for Jay but I don't understand why your using me for it. I'm just an Omega I'm not family to Emma, I'm nothing to the Alpha family!" I can feel the tears prickle at the back of my eyes but I hold them back, he has seen me cry way too many times in the time he's been holding me captive and he's already figured out that I'm weak and pathetic and I know I am which, to be honest, I don't really care about but then he decided that every time I cry and show weakness we would play a game.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Scars carried a significant social stigma for omegas, a burden I was determined to lift from their shoulders. I envisioned their futures. When they grew up, their beauty would be legendary. Men would flock to them, captivated by their unique allure. I gently traced Raven's delicate chin, marveling at her exquisite features. My children possessed an exceptional beauty and charisma, a testament to both my and Curtis's genes.

I softly chuckle as a young boy, probably only around 16 with bright red hair, scurries through the crowd while he waves his hands frantically above his head, trying to get our attention. The gathering has been a mix of good things along with a sprinkle of a few bad things and people just to keep us guessing. Not surprisingly, several packs have completely ignored us, because of the pack’s dislike and belief that omegas are a terrible mistake the Moon Goddess needs to resolve quickly. However, I’m rather proud to say most of the participants have been either neutral or even positive when finding out about omegas. Many even thought omegas were only a tale from the past.