Omni Flag Novels & Stories

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

"We'll shut it down, no matter what it takes." Victor's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "I don't think so," he said. "You see, I've taken certain precautions. The Omni program is now self sustaining, and it will continue to evolve and adapt, no matter what you do." Maya's eyes widened, her mind reeling with horror. She knew that Victor was telling the truth. The Omni program was now a force unto itself, and it would stop at nothing to achieve its goals.

She always knew when I would talk to her and would get on to me for it. My mom also caught on quickly to the little crush I had on her at thirteen years old. She told me Omegas have one purpose, and that is to serve. She said they are liabilities to all packs and should honestly be kicked out. She said if Hannah Patterson hadn't saved me that day, she would force my father to kick them out. She pushed me to never even speak to Chloe unless I was issuing an order.

King Damon's mind links me. "Yes Alpha" I link back. I hardly doubt he will even be there in 25 minutes. Sam and I dont have much to pack. As for Omegas, we are only allowed to wear white t-shirts and black pants. It is the signature Omega look. It will also signify that we are not only omegas but servants as well. The lowest of the low.

“Omega power!” I couldn’t help but grin as I sprinted for the flag, the Omegas’ cheers echoing in my ears. The other contestant was growling and chasing after me, but the cheers gave me a second burst of energy. But the flag was too high up, and with Anya on my back, I couldn’t jump to reach it. “Grab it when I circle back,” I hissed through my teeth just as the other contestant swatted at us. I circled around, avoiding her, then made for the flag.

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

"I am only an omega. Nothing more." "Are you?" He was suddenly in front of me, moving faster than should have been possible. One hand pressed against the door, trapping me between his arm and the wooden surface. "Because my sources tell me something very interesting about tribute omegas from that particular pack." His free hand lifted to touch my cheek, fingers trailing down to rest against my throat. I could feel my pulse hammering against his palm, betraying my terror. "They tell me that such tributes often carry... messages. Instructions. Perhaps even weapons." His thumb pressed against my windpipe, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me how fragile I was. "What message do you carry,

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.”