Omegaverse Symbols นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They do not just lead; they overwhelm. THE BETAS (Β) The "last" in the social order of the biological elite. Betas are the ordinary masses, mostly immune to the pheromonal wars of the Alphas and Omegas. They live quiet lives, often ignored by the system that dictates the fates of others. THE OMEGAS (Ω) The most valued biological assets in the world. To the World, an Omega is not a person; they are a prize. The Value: An Omega’s worth is measured strictly by their womb and their fertility. In a world of falling birthrates, a fertile Omega is the ultimate status symbol for an Alpha.

"Where are the omegas?" Maren signaled from down the corridor. Her scarred face was pale. "Here. North wing. I found them." --- The omega wing was a long room lined with cots. Seven omegas, all visibly pregnant, all wearing identical grey shifts. Their eyes were hollow. Their wrists were marked with injection sites. None of them spoke. None of them looked up when the team entered. Bastian had seen starving rogues. He had seen wolves chained and beaten and driven mad by silver poisoning. He had never seen anything as empty as these omegas' faces.

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

My eyes roamed the silver like ore, over the odd language, and a breath caught in my throat as I saw the symbol. The cross with one missing arm. "Holy shit," The words tumbled before I could stop them; the vampire attack, Kyrell's notes - all of it connecting. "What does this symbol mean exactly?" "Honestly, I don't know... The closest thing I found to resemble that type of cross, or symbol, is an ancient symbol in the Norse language. Laguz meaning a body of water or lake," Of course, once we get a step forward we are then thrusted four steps back...

The Void crystal pulsed steadily, but beneath the dark surface, he could see the faintest trace of white filaments crawling like frost across a windowpane. "So I have three days to figure out how to uninstall a cosmic operating system from my brain," Jack said calmly. "Any other good news?" As if the universe had been waiting for its cue, every screen in Sterling Tower, every monitor, every holographic display, every phone, every tablet, simultaneously flashed a single symbol. It was a circle consuming its own tail. The Ouroboros sigil. But it was different. Older. More jagged, as if carved by a hand that predated language itself. The symbol burned on every screen for exactly 1.3 seconds, th

Maybe she figured learning more was inevitable for me. Speaking of which, I closed that note app for now and opened up a search engine. I typed in 'vampire cult' unsure if I would get any results. In images, I saw several symbols; a serpent about to strike in the center of an aquamarine triangle, a verdant triangle with an eye in the center, and an upside-down triangle with other shapes poking out of it to help it appear more like a goat head. Why were cults so obsessed with triangles?

With shaking hands, he held the papers while tears filled his eyes. He looked down and saw the little symbols that indicated what your second gender would be. One would be crossed, and that would mean that you were either an alpha, beta, or... an omega. He scanned the papers, and his eyes landed on the little cross that was scribbled on the paper. He read the word that was written next to it over and over again. Why him! He didn't even look like one. His shoulder shook, and he let the test result process in his mind. He felt so disappointed.

The last thing he wanted to do was be trapped in a cave that was dedicated to the God of Chaos. But it was worse than just that. These glyphs said that this was the God's first home. According to the legends that Jinx had grown up hearing, that meant this was the Cave of Emergence. This was the spot where the God of Chaos, the patron deity of the Orangelo toms, had first emerged from the Void to walk the earth. This was a place of power, but not the nice kind that could be drawn on and molded. No one other than the God himself should mess about with the chaos that was associated with the Trickster.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

“The Internet?” “Yes, that thing, and typed in what the symbol looked like. It’s the same symbol that my grandfather used to have tattooed onto our criminals who were bound Omega servants. It is a rune symbol- Rolf, you are a genius. This was burned into his skin instead of being tattooed, though. I think someone was trying to say that they owned Peter, and given the crescent moon shape with the, I’m going to say it was wolves.”