Omergaverse Novels & Stories

Elder Summers looked into my eyes as I approached. "She's just like Samantha." I said quietly. "Yeah, where do you think Sam learned it from? Matilda loves that girl like her own child." Elder Summers nodded. "Goddess help you son, these Omegas are trouble." he added with a teasing glint. I nodded in agreement. "But they are more than worth it." I answered and he grinned. "That they are."

I could feel the triplets’ eyes on me, their presence overwhelming, and the bond snapped. “Look at me, Rebecca” Damien said, his voice softer but still strong. My name sounded so amazing coming from him, and I loved the way it made my skin tingle and heart race. I lifted my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, and the bond ignited in my chest, taking my breath away. Kael’s dark eyes were on me too, and studying my figure, while Lucian’s held a mix of curiosity and something warm, that made my heart race. Magnus stepped forward, towering over me. “This is a mistake,” he said, his voice cold. “You are an Omega, and you can’t be their mate.”

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

"Input the protocol bypass code: Alpha-Omega-Six-St-Agnes. Overwrite the internal data node, and clear the variance." My breath caught in my throat. St. Agnes. The name of the orphanage from her file. She was using her own untraceable, personal ghost-code to override a multi-million-dollar Swiss bank ledger, and she was doing it while clearly fighting a massive wave of nausea. Vaneau’s fingers practically flew across the digital keyboard, his face flushing a deep crimson as he entered the data. The red crisis bar on his tablet suddenly flickered, flashing a pristine, automated green.

The tradition of the pack stated that during the mating ceremony, if you are without a mate, you are considered a bad omen and you'll be killed without remorse. That's why most Omegas refused to attend the mating ceremony… “I won't curb the mating ceremony.” I assured her. In a swing, I closed the door behind me while I stared at the dress from where I had kept it. Now, I wished I had said no. *** The mating ceremony took place in the grand courtyard of Elroi Lair and the moment I stepped inside, the dress I had worn made me feel like I belonged, but deep down I didn't. My eyes found solitude in the lanterns lined in every corner of the room as I walked down to the nearest corner of the room

He tapped the screen, initiating the analysis sequence. I kept my breathing steady, waiting for Dr. Voss’s suppressant to fail or succeed. The machine processed the sample, displaying a series of loading bars across the digital screen. The Inquisitors held my arms tightly, preventing me from stepping away. The scanner beeped loudly. Graves looked at the readout, his expression remaining entirely neutral. "Genetic markers indicate a standard omega," Graves stated, lowering the device. "No anomalies detected." I forced myself to stand completely still, offering no visible reaction to the news.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

I grabbed it, and he pulled me up with little or no strength. “The name’s Ashley, Ashley Thompson,” he said, shaking my hand. “Amanda, Amanda Martinez. Ex member of the Silver Moon Pack, former teacher ,” I introduced, also shaking his hand. “So you’re a rogue werewolf,” he teased with a smirk on his lips. “I’m not a rogue werewolf; I was just banished from the pack for being weak,” I explained, not wanting to be called a rogue. “You were banished, sent out of the pack for something not worth it. That’s pretty much how being a rogue works—only that they are much stronger than you,” he let out, his eyes glaring at me from head to toe.

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 said, looking out at the vast expanse of the castle. The view was a vista, and I could see the buildings and stalls, and shelters and markets; and tottering people, all moving this way and that, at one task and intention or the other. And now I wondered how many more among them were Omegas hiding in plain sight. I frowned again at the realization. And I grimaced as I replayed David showing his mark and the rest of them. I was disturbed not by anything else. Not by them being what they were, or now one of them being ready to end me. But solely by not knowing.