Novel & Cerita Omegaverse Symbols

Even the corners had turned brown, as if coffee had drenched them. “Family Symbol.” Arapeta started. It was from Arapeta’s words that Elora realized a symbol was printed on the open page. A symbol that Elora had seen for the first time. The symbol has a mysterious feeling, like hiding many secrets and stories that cannot be shared with anyone. The symbol was a circle, with intricate overlapping grooves, thick and thin lines, some faded and leaving faint ink strokes. “The Family Symbol is a symbol possessed by packs of werewolves with certain abilities. Usually, these packs live in remote areas and rarely socialize with humans. That’s because their abilities can harm humans if not controlled.

Today was my 18th birthday. It's a very exciting day for a wolf. Your wolf can recognize their mate. (Most of the time) In my case this won't happen since I still haven't shifted. Nobody in my pack knew expect for my mother and my younger brother. I was the family disgrace which is why I am the packs only omega.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

Leah stared. This was no echo. It was a direct match to the old signal they had chased months ago. Back when they believed the Obsidian Hand was rising again. Back when it was still just a whisper in the dark. Now, it was no whisper. It was a scream, silent, structured, terrifying. But that wasn’t the worst part. Embedded inside the code were symbols. Not lines, not letters, symbols. Ancient ones. Like markings on forgotten stone. Hieroglyphs Leah had only seen once before in the private archives of the Obsidian Hand. These weren’t the signatures of coders or developers. These were cult symbols.

He glanced over at Drake quickly, in a you might have missed it if you weren’t looking kind of way, but I caught it. “So, where is this seal, exactly?” I asked, “And is it an actual seal in the ground? Or are we just being symbolic here?” Aaron smiled and pulled out another book. This one had a picture, like one of those wood carving types. In the picture was a square with symbols on it. I recognised the shifter symbol for the divine order and the one that I had seen for the witch out in the hallway. There were two others there, too. One had a compass like cross on it, while the other looked like an intricate Celtic design. All four had the two smaller circles on them. I fingered the necklac

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

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!

It was a communication marker used by Mora, the Shaman-Elara's mentor. Kael peeled open the bark. Inside, three symbols were scratched onto the smooth silver surface: - A deeply carved Omega symbol (signifying Elara's vulnerability/sacrifice). - A crude drawing of a Chained Hand (symbolizing her healing power being bound). - A directional arrow pointing Northwest (indicating her route). The final symbol was a single word, scratched deep enough to draw small splinters: "HURT." Mora wasn't just giving him directions; she was warning him. She knew the Shadow Wolf was more than a hunter; it was a tormentor. Elara wasn't just running away; she was drawing painful confrontations to herself.

“Never tell anyone that you're Liam's mate!” Only that? “Simple instruction.” I answer, brushing it off. He watches me, probably waiting for a reaction, but too bad for him, he isn't getting any. I'm used to this kind of treatment anyway. After all, I'm an Omega, the lowest of the werewolf ranks ever! He gets off first and I follow after him and we both walk towards the backdoor as Trevor starts explaining to me all sorts of things.

"What is it? You’re turning white." "This isn't a rogue symbol," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "This belongs to the Vane Clan. An old bloodline from the high peaks. We thought they were extinct, but lately... there have been whispers. Whispers that they’ve been the ones organizing the rogue groups, funding them, training them." Reylap looked back at the treeline where the attacker had disappeared. "You mean this wasn't a random raid?" "No," I said, my grip tightening on the silver until it bit into my palm. "This is a declaration of war.”