Omegaverse Slick Novels & Stories

I felt waves of sparks in my hand and 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 calm the situation. "I am not confused. She is mine. DON'T TOUCH HER!" he yelled.

Turning her into a dark and vengeful soul. Vargr had so much to answer for. He used and abused his pack for decades, making omegas, hybrids, and human's slaves. Putting them into the mines to dig up his greed while they got nothing but scraps of leftover scraps. There were hundreds of pack members enslaved below the surface, forced to work down there and not see the light of day, for days, starving.

"Omegas are rare as hell these days. We could easily dump him on the black market." "Yeah, no kidding," the driver chimed in, sounding suddenly excited. "An omega in prime condition would fetch a king's ransom underground. I know a broker in the lower districts who would pay us enough to permanently retire from this mercenary shit. We wouldn't ever have to look at the boss's face again." A cold dread flooded my veins.

I need to focus, and he needs to calm down. Sage nodded slightly before lunging forward. Zarek let out a furious snarl as Sage tackled him to the ground, pinning him down with practiced ease. Before Zarek could fight back, Sage’s hand found the back of his neck and squeezed firmly. Instantly, Zarek’s body tensed, his breath coming out in rapid pants. His body went still, his limbs trembling as he resisted the instinctual urge to submit. It was a method often used on young wolves, particularly Omegas, when they were too stressed or entering heat and needed to calm down.

"Three thousand. Perhaps more." The room went silent. Maren's scarred face paled. Sera's green eyes narrowed. "Silver Hollow has eight hundred fighters," Kellan said quietly. "Gray Reach can send maybe four hundred. The rescued omegas and Thornhaven's remnants add another two hundred at most. They outnumber us more than two to one." "Three to one if they mobilize fully." Corvus leaned back. "And they have something no one else has. Nullifying wolves. Bred specifically to resist omega auras. Immune to the calming effect that is your greatest weapon."

_*]:min-w-0"> Omegas weren't supposed to be aggressive. We were supposed to be gentle, understanding, peaceful. _*]:min-w-0"> But right now, I wanted to tear something apart.

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

As I surrendered to the primal urges that threatened to consume me, I pushed everything else to the back of my mind. Megan, with her alluring curves and captivating gaze, represented a temporary escape from the turmoil within. Megan possessed a commanding yet graceful stature, standing at an average height that allowed her to move with a confident poise. Her figure was characterized by a perfect balance of athletic prowess and feminine curves. Her shoulders bore the subtle definition of someone who was physically active, while her slender waist accentuated the gentle curves that gave her a timeless allure. Her skin, smooth and radiant, held a natural tan that suggested a life spent under the

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

Bile rises in Javier's throat but he is unable to look away from Rene's limp and helpless form, pinned beneath the brute's thrusting body. Lyrien's lips twitch with a depraved smile at the sudden visitor; his thick arm snags around Rene's waist possessively. He holds the visitor's gaze mockingly as he continues to thrust into Rene slowly, allowing the visitor to see the insane amount of cum pouring out of Rene's ass with each savage ram of his hips, a core evidence of the numerous times this Omega has been filled up and bred by his seed. Lyrien's partially sated eyes drift downward to the unconscious slave as he pulls his cock out of his unbelievably still-tight hole with a noisy squelching