Omergaverse Novels & Stories

Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on.

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO POV: Damon Monday came in grey and certain. He was awake before anyone else. Had been awake for most of it if he was honest. Lying on the couch in Daniel’s flat listening to the building settle and London wake up and going over everything in his mind the way you went over something you couldn’t afford to get wrong. Names. Dates. Transactions. The chain from Osei to Morrison to Ryan to the accounts connected to Damon’s identity that he’d never opened and never touched and hadn’t known existed.

I spoke loud, partly to control the shaking in my voice, and partly because I wanted all to hear what I had to say. “Men and Women of Oremgoth. I am speaking to you now as a sister from Nidavelle and as your High Queen. Hear my words. Oremgoth is a realm that is made up of four specific kingdoms. Because of location, each of these kingdoms has a specific gift that is from nature, herself.”

Sixteen years ago. Abaddon had just sent one of his demons, Momodaeus, to fetch his daughter for him. Baselroth, having received her father's summon, decided to head straight to Oxlock. It was in her best interest not to keep her father waiting, for he was an impatient man. Momodaeus accompanied her to a secluded area. With nobody watching, they took the only route that led to Oxlock by magically sinking into the ground. The floor which they descended through didn't have any holes, yet they just passed through it as if it was a normal thing.

The night air was unusually still. The Ember Pack’s forest rarely went this quiet, not even the owls dared to make a sound. Maren had gone out to fetch herbs Rey needed for her nightly tonic, the one that helped suppress her power spikes. She was careful, as always, carrying a small lantern, humming softly to keep her nerves steady. But then… the air changed. A cold wave of energy brushed past her, thick and suffocating. The flame in her lantern flickered violently before dying, plunging her into complete darkness.

No one else could ever compared to her for me. I sighed as I worked through the stack of paper work that was pulling up on my desk. All this added work of looking for Sammy had taken a toll on me but I wasn't about to allow the pack to suffer over it. Thankfully, our rouge problem had been training even after Sammy let and the rouge now stood no chance against us anymore and they knew it. "I FOUND HER!!!" Emma, Trevor's mate came running in with Trevor behind her. "WHERE?" O demanded. "She just bought a plane ticket from Scotland to Germany not even five minutes ago." Emma explained as she took over my computer and brought up the video footage.

Mercy who had been floating down the stairs heard Mellisa's loud voice and quickened her pace hurrying to the kitchen excitedly. "What's with the noise?" "Come, come, come here, sister. You won't believe what I am about to show you." She said ecstatic and beckoned her to come closer. Mercy was confused. She could hardly comprehend why Mellisa was acting out of the ordinary. Slowly she came over and Mellisa, turning Esther's head, motioned to the grey patch in Esther's hair. "There, can you believe this?" "Wow!" Mercy exclaimed. "So Esther too has a portion of the symbol of ageing in her head? How amazing!"

5 seconds later, the ground from the dead end and 20 feet backward slowly began to go down. It's an elevator. Soon, we're enveloped by darkness. After 5 minutes of waiting, a bright light shone through the cracks between the ground and the walls. And we're here. Welcome to The Keeper of The Keys, our organization's main base. The biggest base we have. About half a mile below the surface. And yet, with technologies, we can breathe fine. The base is triple times the size of a stadion, each room is divided by bulletproof glass. The floor is made of ceramic and light shone from the ceiling--the ceiling is literally made of lights.