Omg Anime Novels & Stories

Finally, omegas. I took a seat beside the other omegas. One of them was my best friend, Selene. Now here's the thing: Selene isn’t exactly weak, but God, she's allergic to everything. Trees, grass, animals, the sun and even some werewolves. It was that bad. The omega forum, usually silent and half-dead, was buzzing today. "What's going on?" I asked Selene. "It's about the mating ceremony," she said. "What about it?"

She licked her lips as if remembering the taste of it. Then, she resumed in her monologue, “There’s this funny and ridiculous rumor plaguing the whole South at the very same time Myrri got so nosy. It was said that one unwanted omega wolf would come and bring peace. Halting and stopping everyone from doing the very thing vampires love to do—chaos. And the only thing to know and differentiate her from the others is that she ain’t a future Luna. A onee-ofa kind banished omega.” She clasped her hand and chimed, “And you obviously aren’t a future Luna! Your mate is my handsome and annoying nephew!”

I made sure of that…or I thought I did. It started the day Dante dragged her out of the holding cells and claimed she’d be more useful breathing and active than being left to rot in the cells. I didn’t believe him then. Omegas with no shift had no place. Definitely not here in Crimson. And yet… She survived. Barely at first. She was clumsy in training, very brittle in spirit. A single sharp word could’ve sent her folding into herself. But she didn’t fold. She bent, yes. And on more than one occasion I thought I’d finally watch her break. But each time, she found some ugly, stubborn way to stand again. That was when I started watching closer.

I heard a faint cry, followed by the metallic smell of blood that hit my nostrils. It was the omega, the one Mary said her name was Kira. I could recognize her voice from anywhere. I shook my head, and was about to continue my walk to my room when she cried out lightly again. It was coming from her room, and it didn't seem Mary was aware of It. “She's in trouble.” I screamed the thought, rushing towards the door, and without thinking, I pushed open the door. It was then I saw the horror. There she was sitting on the ground with her hand covered in blood.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

What's worse, I didn't even notice that the teacher had already walked in. "Mr. Makino, is there a problem?" I nodded and all the students burst into laughter making me feel all the more worse about myself, I made Daichi mad, I'm being laughed at and goddamned Kuroda Tadashi is getting on my fucking nerves. I felt my emotions well up, on the brink of bursting and I sniffled. "Are you crying?" Ryoko giggled. "I guess you can expect something like that from a male omega." "Yeah, they're basically girls with dicks and no boobs." One of the male students agreed with her.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Panic would only make things worse. "Oomph," my hypersensitive senses heard a voice. Unbidden, my head whipped towards the source. About ten yards away, where the fruit trees were planted, I saw a small figure on the ground. I took a few unsure steps forward, trying to see who it was. Braided golden brown hair caught the failing light of the sun. 'Of course,' I thought to myself 'it's the problematic omega.' Elizabeth Grey. The most peculiar omega I had ever seen. I leaned against a nearby tree, thankful for a distraction.

Each day she grows more powerful, although they rarely use their powers. Moira was born with light magic. She can create and manipulate visible light. She can draw strength from the sun and channel its energy into a burst of light. She also has the power to heal, which she got from our mother. Mom was one of the most powerful witches to come from the De Meathe line in over one hundred years. She was truly magnificent and her healing powers were unparalleled.

Oliver let out a gasp as his hands gripped the edge of his chair, his breath catching in his throat. Sana pulled back with a smile. "Be a Good boy ok, I'll see you later" she said and walked out of the office. Sana shut the door, then rested against it as she willed her pulse to steady. She placed her hands on her chest, taking deep calming breaths and thinking of other stuff to get rid of her arousal because her core throbbed, and finding relief was the only thing she could think about. Oliver was starting to crawl under her skin, and instead of hating it, or feeling anxious, all it made her feel was excitement.