Omegaverse Slick Novels & Stories

* I demanded, but Nala simply closed her eyes, refusing to say more, leaving me entirely in the dark. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my temples. I was an Omega. Omegas didn't have hidden magic. We didn't have secret sparks. We were the lowest tier of the supernatural hierarchy, meant to serve, to heal slightly faster than humans, and to bear children for stronger wolves. The only magic in our world belonged to the ancient Lycan bloodlines, like Silas's, or the rare, reclusive witch covens that lived in the deep marshes. Whatever this humming was, it had to be a delusion brought on by the stress of the impending trial.

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 snarled at it, knowing that his Omega was still at its earliest hundred of age, and the next page gives him much hatred. A jerk who abused the innocence of his Omega. The paper was crumpled inside his palms, the pheromones he released, gloom the whole room. This was also felt by Rikko, but he cares less because he has a gland suppressor, that he invented himself.

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.

Belinda boldly met his gaze. Draven's lips tilted to the side. "You'll have what you want." An hour later, Belinda entered the underground garage of the skyscraper to meet an auburn-haired man leaning on an SUV. He brought down the lit cigarette from his lips as she approached, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Where to mam?" His tone was sarcastic as he pulled open the door to the car's driver seat. Belinda was an omega who had found favor with the boss by spreading her legs—she hardly expected the hard men of the Lycan's mafia to respect her. That said, it would be to her benefit if they at least didn't dislike her.

"She’s an Omega from a small, weak pack in the eastern territory. That's all her records say." "An Omega doesn't kill thirty rogues with a single scream neither does an Omega bring ten elite Lycan warriors to their knees, brother!" Kira countered quickly, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. "She crushed Nate! She made Evander bleed from his ears without even touching them! That isn't wolf energy, Brother. It's something ancient. That's magic, and it's a special and very very dark one if not looked into." "I know, Kira," I replied, my jaw tightening.

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.

The Council members leaned forward, suddenly alert. “My true name is Aria Moonstone. I am the omega you tried to destroy. The Lunar Wolf you tried to suppress. The weapon you created through your cruelty.” I let my eyes flash silver. “And I am here to end your reign of terror.” Chaos erupted. Wolves shouted. Guards rushed forward. The Council members stood, fury and shock warring on their faces. “Seize her!” Marcus roared. But before the guards reached me, I raised my hand and silver light exploded outward, creating a barrier that held them all at bay.

Nexelex and Thersar smirked at his ogre remark: idiotic blood and life-sucking leech. “Well, let’s give it a try”, I said, ignoring his stupid remarks, and I said to a few omegas loudly enough for everyone to hear that they shall step forward when instructed. I didn’t mind link them as I needed everyone to be on the same page when it came to our further movements, my warriors faes, dwarves and vampires alike. The flash of fear tore through the eyes of my omegas, but I quickly suffocated it with my commanding aura that slipped away. They nodded submissively. Thersar raised his hands and opened his palms, releasing the black dust and smoke to wrap around my omegas. He instructed a few of his w

The ride to the SilverMoon was pure torture, every bump in the road jarring my nerves until my palms were covered with sweat. The car screeched to a halt, and the wolves grew silent. From the shadows outside, a pair of glowing eyes stared straight at me.