Omegaverse Ranking Novels & Stories

I hated to admit it, but he actually made sense. “Well, what about the natural omegas? They aren’t threats.” There were two different types of ranks that werewolves went by, the natural rank, which was your goddess given rank. This determined how strong your wolf was. It was possible to uprank or down rank as a natural, but was purely decided by the moon goddess, or something along those lines. The second type of rank was our given rank. This was determined by the pack Alpha. For example, I was naturally a gamma rank, but in the pack I was a family, or in this pack mid family rank.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Penelope didn't understand what's about a Recessive Omega and the age difference between ABO, but he knows what was an Omega, he gripped his backpack, resting on his lap, if he's an Omega, it will be troublesome. “What's the matter with age? And I only know Omega and Alpha, are there more about the two?” Then the doctor answered him, like reading a newspaper. “For Alpha's there are Common Alpha, Dominant Alpha and the rare existence of EXTREME Dominant Alpha, while Omega there is Common Omega, Dominant Omega and the unnoticed one is the Recessive Omega” “They take qualities like a Beta, they're mostly the late bloomers, if not cured at first hand, they will suffer imbalance of mentality and

Sean said. “Omegas are the second-lowest rank. Their wolves are fragile, whereas runts are the lowest rank wolves who have no wolves but only a few abilities, like better eyesight and smell. Others are normal wolves who are working-class wolves,” I added. She chuckled and enquired, “Damn. That was... wow, how did you do so much by yourself?” She gave him a concerned glance.

the whole council turned toward the present Beta, each knowing the answer to the alphas later question. “I think we both know it’s going to be his son Adam” says Archer. The whole board turns their head toward Archer… The alpha hits his hand on the huge mahogany making the whole table shake, in response to the force. “the fact that you are an important person doesn’t mean you should disrespect the order in this room” “if it were to be Alpha Romero on this table, he would have dished out a better meeting topic, we all know that this tournament is going to be as baseless as possible” he closes his mouth earning some mutters and silent talks around them.

His trademark smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, effortlessly cool, like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. In their society, secondary genders meant everything. Alpha and Omega, those were just the basics. Each had ranks, each a rung on an unforgiving social ladder. For Alphas, the hierarchy went: Alpha, Prime Alpha, Elite Prime Alpha, Enigma, Elite Enigma, and the rare Elite Prime Enigma. For Omegas: Omega, Prime Omega, Elite Prime Omega, Luna, Elite Luna, and finally Elite Prime Luna. Lunas were considered the top—rulers of the matriarchal system in theory, but in practice, Omegas were often treated like background noise unless they had status. Respect was reserved for

“Where I come from… Omegas like me didn’t have it easy.” Cassian’s gaze sharpens. “How hard?” I pick at the edge of my plate, struggling for words. “We were the lowest. Always last. No one listened, no one cared. Weak Omegas were… used, sometimes worse. Even where I come from, some women were treated badly.” My voice trembles, but I force myself to go on. “Not like in the dream, not as much, but still. Too many suffered.” Elias leans back, eyes dark with thought. “Even in another world, history repeats itself.”

She smiles, "Yes, mate. So why would you run from your mate? Do you plan on rejecting me?" "No. I didn't want to be rejected." She looks at me for a second, then to her beta and then back to me. "Why would I reject my mate?" She asks. "Well because you are an Alpha and I am scum." A flash of pitty crosses her eyes. "You think you're scum because you are a rogue?" I nod. "I used to be an omega too. That's why I am scum. I'm not worth anything other than being a slave." She looks at her beta again and he shrugs.

Mom’s a healer. In the pack, there are different ranks. There’s the Alpha, leader of the pack, anpd the Luna, his mate. Then their family. Then the Beta—my dad—second in command. Next is the Gamma, third in command. Then the warriors, who guard the borders. Then hunters, in charge of food. And the healers, who tend to the injured. The lowest rank? Omegas. My rank. Omegas are the weakest werewolves. No strength to guard, no wisdom to heal. And among omegas, I might be the weakest.