Omegaverse Stories Novels & Stories

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

For you, for your child, and for every pack in this region. The words hit Elara like a physical blow, and she felt her knees go weak. Moon Omega line. She'd heard whispers of it before, stories told in hushed voices about omegas who were born with power that rivaled even the strongest Alphas, omegas who could heal with a touch, who could command wolves with their voice, who could shift the balance of power with their very existence. But those were just myths, legends meant to give hope to omegas who had none. They weren't real. They couldn't be real.

There was only going to be a desolate wasteland that I'd have to clean up myself when all is said and done. The stories had all been myths and hoaxes with false ends. All I knew now was that I was an Omega. And would only die as my people before me.

"You're the one we've been waiting for. Not Corvus. Us. The omegas in the cells. We told each other stories about you. We kept each other alive with them." The weight of that pressed down on my chest. While I was learning to fight, while I was building a pack and falling in love and growing a pup inside me, there were omegas in a fortress telling stories about a white wolf who would come to save them. And I hadn't known. I hadn't even known they existed.

The entire hall went dead silent in shock. "The scent you all must smell on my stepsister belongs to me. Cathy is carrying my pup, and under the decree of the Moon Goddess, she is my fated mate and your new Luna." There were gasps of shock, whispers of taboo, and sudden restless shifts among the older ranks. Suddenly, Elder Brandon—an arrogant, middle-aged wolf who had two young omega wives—stepped out of the crowd, his face twisted in sneering disbelief.

Omegaverse to be precise so there's a lot of Mpreg and men getting wet and same sex relationship. There'll be a few trigger warnings but nothing too extreme-- I hope( they haven't told me everything yet so let's see how it goes) Also, comments will go a long way. The book is rated 18+ so expect things like a lot of curse word-- (no, not Deadpool kind) aaaanndd smut. I mean... what's MM without smut? Haha 😅❤️ Thanks for reading!

I ignored the rapid beating of my heart as they both growled in response to my command. At once, they both lunged at me. I was quick on my feet, dodging their attacks as fast as I could because I knew the truth. I knew that no matter how many people called me their alpha, I was born weak. I was an omega. I couldn’t take two of these wolves on my own. The only thing I had on my side was my speed. “Stand down!” I screamed as I shifted back to my human form. I was plotting my escape, and if I was fast enough, I would make it home before they would get a hold of me.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

He had no "Status." "I'm harvesting the Hundred-Year Regret," the Omega explained, his face contorting into a mask of ecstatic greed. "You think your ten years of longing was powerful? She lived through a century of it. She is the most concentrated source of 'Vance-Noise' in existence. With her as my battery, I don't need a ship. I don't need an Ark. I can reboot the universe and make myself the Architect of the New London." The Emotional Tension: The Two Meilins

“You wanna share a chocolate bar between the three of us?” “Three?” Zane’s gaze dropped to my stomach. “You’ve been avoiding me, so I got it for him.” He paused. “Or her.” My body curled with a sweet warmth. I took another bite of the chocolate and it felt sweeter than it should have; Silence stretched, my legs jittering. “Aside from your brother’s issues,” I began unable to stop myself even when I knew I should. “Why do you hate Omegas?” “I don’t hate Omegas,” he said.