Omni Man Death Novels & Stories

He crawled ahead and called out for help loudly to his surroundings, “Save me, save me… I don’t want to die., I don’t want to die yet…” He mumbled it in the language of a few countries, clearly not ready to meet the Grim Reaper just yet. Still, Zayn could not possibly let him off no matter how hard he begged for mercy. Zayn walked over and stepped on his back. A crack was heard and the Black Mamba was dead in a heartbeat… In the end, Romel was the last person remaining in the ring. He did not run but stood in the ring instead, the blood drained from his face. He watched helplessly as Zayn walked over to him.

No one dares move. “Look at her,” a voice purrs from behind them. Clara. The Beta’s daughter. Lucian’s girlfriend. Her smile drips poison as she steps into the circle, a leather whip coiled in her hand. “Did you really think you could have them? That anyone could love an Omega?” My lips part, but no words come. My throat is raw, strangled by grief. “Pathetic,” Clara spits. And then the whip cracks. Agony explodes across my back. My scream shatters in the air.

he said and laughed again. “Chaos what are you doing?” Death asks if he saw me talking to this guy. “You will lose it all,” The man said. “and when I say all, it means everything, everybody. Including…her.” He said, smirking and put the gun on his temple and stood at the edge of the cliff. “What---” “Your Peace is gone…she will be gone,” He said “You will lose her, today.” He said smiling and I was about to shoot him when he suddenly pulled the trigger on his head and his body fell on the cliff.

Aidan stirred at his side but didn't wake up. -Mr. Dominic, the information that came in was that after disembarking the cruiser where he was traveling with his alpha, someone had committed suicide by throwing himself over the edge in the middle of the night. Despite the best efforts, his body was not found, not even his body. Dominic's breath caught in his throat. It wasn't that he had much contact with the omega, but somehow or other they were related. He was his partner's friend and the person his best friend was in love with. That would not be easy news to break.

“No, that’s not true. We’re strong… we will be…” “Are you?” the reflection laughed. “Why weren’t you strong before Mom succumbed while protecting you? Or when Orion, your friend, needed you?” “Orion?” Memories struck me—of the young omega who had always cared for me with kindness and respect. Tears burned hotter in my eyes. “He… he’s dead?” “He is. And guess whose fault that is?” The reflection crouched in front of me, tapping a finger against my forehead. “You told him to run. You sent him straight into the arms of death.”

The first words that proceeded from Omari's mouth when he saw him awake were: “You're lucky... The way I had it planned in my head, you weren't supposed to wake up, ever again.” “Sir, would you please mind your language,” one of the nurses said. And Omari went off on her: “Keep your fat mouth out of this! I and this man have history! He's affected my life in more ways than even he realizes! He deserves to die! It won't change anything that he's done but he still deserves to die!” And with this, Omari tried to charge for Snyder, though he was held back again by the officers who pinned him to the wall. Still, it required all the strength they could muster. It seemed that he'd gained weight and

He added. I squeezed my eyes shut for a while as I heaved a sigh because he was right. This was the only thing he could do to survive. If not, he would have been one of them. “You know it’s against the rule for an Omega to sell off another. You all can be killed for this.” I informed him and watched him nod. “Either one way or another, we will end. Either sooner or later. Death is inevitable.” He confessed, his voice laced with sadness.

I snap back, my chin lifting as I glare straight into his blazing dark eyes. "You are not letting him hold your hand, you are letting us anchor you so you do not have to carry the weight of this entire slaughter by yourself," Simon interrupts, stepping into our tight circle with a wicked, fierce grin that carries zero humor and maximum lethal intent. "I carried my own corpse off an execution stage three years ago, Ricafort, which taught me that relying on anyone else is a luxury an omega is never allowed to afford," I retort, my voice dropping into a low, venomous hum that vibrates through the tight space.

I said, stepping closer to him, “committed the crime that changed the future of this pack.” James spat blood onto the ground. “Lies…” I ignored him. “He orchestrated the crash that killed Elder Hang.” A collective gasp tore through the clearing. Children clung to their mothers. Betas cursed. Elders rose to their feet, faces twisted in disbelief. “Hang was a good man!” someone shouted. “Yes,” I said. “He was. And James removed him.” James snarled, “The council needed strong wolves—Hang was protecting outsiders—protecting the wrong blood—”

"Each of us gave you a present before you left. Don't you know enough to put everything to good use? Riding coattails is a form of strength in itself. It's called fighting fire with fire!" "Yes, I understand…" Caleb nodded, endlessly respectful and willing to learn. "Now, back to the matter at hand…" As Eldin spoke, he waved his swan feather fan. The omni aura sword whooshed as it tore through Tyrannus' body, tearing his soul out. The man's face looked utterly stupefied. What the hell was that, and how was he dead already?! "And that is called the Omnic Soul Eater!" Meanwhile, Eldin was still lecturing Caleb. "Do you know what the omni aura is?"