Omni Man Beating Mark Novels & Stories

He just doesn’t know when to quit, does he? I don’t dignify Darren with words. He doesn’t spew any more nonsense as his men run in my direction at his order. Gotta hand it to them though, they are pretty confident. Attacking me without shifting when they are betas and omegas no less, takes guts. The first man, bulky, too tall, too sloppy, goes for a punch. I dodge his punch without breaking his sweat as I reach for his neck and snap. His body falls to the ground. Lifeless. Gone.

Mark growled in regret while Jonas stood in silence. "I watched him grow, watched him slowly get strong and then I watched him turn into a beast who killed his own father and watched him turn into the beast who is now threatening to get rid of me too! And I can only cower?!" Mark yelled out his frustration. "His father was never as strong as this. I thought Dante... I thought Dante Romano would never be able to grow strong in this business but I was so fucking wrong. I want to get rid of that bastard but it is almost impossible"

he shouted, challenging Mark to continue the fight. Mark, feeling the pressure from Leon’s fighting spirit, caught his breath. He knew this wasn’t just about physical strength, but also about mental resilience. With a swift movement, he launched an attack that sent Leon reeling. In an instant, Mark seized the moment and delivered a final blow that brought Leon crashing to the ground. Leon lay sprawled, his face showing pain and defeat. "This isn’t over," he said weakly, as if a fire still burned within him. But as he spoke, his eyes began to dim, and he finally lost consciousness.

"YOU´RE NOT SUPPOSED TO WIN!!! YOU ARE LOSERS!!! I AM THE WINNER!!!" He finally reached Isabella, who was now petrified in his place by the vulgar image of a decaying man. "DIE AS YOU SHOULD!!! AND LET ME WIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN!!!" Opherion launched his fist at her face, but it never landed thanks to the palm of another person. "I bet that´s how all of you motherfuckers see us" A second after, the feet of Dominique reached Opherio´s stomach, destroying his armor in the process.

You knight in shining armor His face was calm, but his eyes burned with something dark and deadly. “Touch her again,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll break every bone in your body.” The man laughed, but it came out rough. “You can kill me, but it won’t change anything. Travis isn’t done with you.” Mark’s fist flew—fast and brutal. The guy crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain. “Yeah?” Mark said coldly. “Let him know I’m not done either.”

Jaime roar out loud when he feels a painful stab on his pheromone gland. He covered it with his hand but the pain feels like he has been stabbed deeply. It didn't last for long but he got freeze when he realized something. His body trembled when he finally understand the situation. "Sir! Are you okay?!" Elli asked him through headphone. How will he be okay? His Omega has been forcefully marked by other Alpha! He clenched his fists tightly that he can even feel the sharp pain when it ripped the skin. He's enraged, to the point that he wanted to kill whoever the hell marked his Omega!

“You could say that. Let’s see if you can keep up.” We begin sparring, the sound of our fists hitting the pads echoing through the room. Mark is quick and agile, always a step ahead in terms of speed, but I have the advantage of experience and strength. We move in a rhythm, trading blows and dodging hits, the tension between us easing with each punch thrown. After a particularly intense round, we take a break, leaning against the ropes and catching our breath. “So, what’s your plan with Santoro?” Mark asks, wiping sweat from his brow.

Without another word, I turned and walked toward the car. Just then, a scream pierced through the forest. "Kaia was attacked by a black bear!" someone shouted. The moment the words were spoken, Chris was already sprinting in the direction of the scream. Kaia Valmont was Chris' ex-girlfriend. They were together for three years. She was an Omega with soft golden hair and a delicate, slender neck—like a real-life porcelain doll. She was the kind of woman who effortlessly awakened a man's protective instincts. Not long after, Chris walked over, carrying Kaia in his arms.

He stared at me for a long time over Kane's shoulder, as if observing an amusing prey. Before he left he said only, "We'll meet again." Kane's hand tightened on mine. The storm at the Trial grounds was over. But I knew this was only the beginning. I asked Kane, "What do we do now?" The old hollowness in him was gone. His eyes were sure. "The Dark Wolf pack warriors are fearless madmen. If this turns into a real fight, Lysander might not come out on top." "Risking his claim on the throne for one Omega — it's beyond stupid."

he never had to worry about. Tonight, I didn't cry. I didn't throw a fit. I just calmly typed back: "The mating banquet is over. We are done." I hit send, turned off my phone, and walked back to the penthouse we had shared for seven years. Julian didn't reply all night. The next morning, I went to the pack’s central clinic to hand over my files. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw a scene that froze me in my tracks. Julian was sitting on a stone bench in the garden. He was draping his own jacket over a shivering Chloe, holding her wrist to channel his Alpha energy into her. Bathed in the morning light, anyone who didn’t know better would think they were fated mates.