Omni Man Full Body Novels & Stories

Emma's pov "MATE" Zoe throws the word out but I can tell she's not happy about this. She pretty much grunts the word out but there's no excitement in her tone. What the fuck is going on? I look up to the man in front of me and he's seriously frigging tall and has to crane his neck to look down at me, he has to be at least 6ft8 he is an absolute giant and I swear I've never seen anyone this tall in my life. He has short jet black hair and green eyes, he's muscular and is definitely of a higher ranking.

It is a temporary success because as soon as I manage to bring one of them down, somebody is already on my back throwing me off violently, making me hit a tree. “Hey, lady, easy.” the one who throws me off chuckles lightly as he hovers over me and kicks my sides. In that instant, I'm taken back to my past as an Omega, being beaten up like this. He's going to throw another kick, but I block him with both of my arms and push him away. To my surprise, he's pushed away a few good meters, causing him to fall on his bottoms. He looks stunned and so am I. I didn't even push him that hard, considering that he has hurt my sides quite badly, but I feel myself healing.

The room looked nothing short of the inside of a brothel. “You'll wear this tonight.” Someone rasped from the corner, and that's when I saw him. A short, balding man who looked like he was in his sixties. He held up a black garment bag for me, and I took a step back. “Get away from me.” I took a step back, and he chuckled. “You should smile.” He pulled out a red see through dress, and dangled it in my face. “Our patrons love a soft, graceful omega.”

The other omegas watched me with curious eyes as I was led to a private room. "You must be someone special," whispered a girl with kind brown eyes. "New tributes usually share chambers." Before I could respond, the door burst open. A massive figure filled the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat. Prince Darius was even larger than the stories claimed. His chestnut hair was tied back, revealing amber eyes that seemed to glow with inner fire. Scars covered his hands and arms, proof of countless battles. "Leave us." His voice was a low growl that made the servants scatter like frightened mice.

I said and the blond lady waved her hand, and two men in uniforms approached us. “There's a sneaking stalker in the mall; check the footage and see who snuck up the windows of all our dressing rooms,” The blond lady said. “Yes ma'am.” The guards replied and left. “We are really sorry, ma'am; we promise to bring out the culprit. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. It was weird, their attention and care. I was a stranger, but they could sniff my aura; clearly, they all knew I was an Omega. So why aren't they treating me equally, why so much finesse? Unless Kane made sure the entire pack knew that I had a chance of being the pack's Luna.

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

He curls up in a tighter ball and his body begins to tremble in fear. The fact that Noah is in heat makes him vulnerable. He doesn't have the strength to fight back. Even if he wants to try, it would be like a little kid trying to fight off their enemy. When an Omega is in heat it doesn't simply make them tired, it makes them weaker in strength. They tire quicker and they lack strength. The final blanket is finally pulled back, and Noah right away sees a man he doesn't know. The man reaches in and Noah tries as hard as he could to fight him off. But it's useless and the man quickly collects Noah's arms and yanks him out of the nest.

She responds. “I did? really?” confused, I ramble shyly knowing I am guilty as charge “Oh no, he can’t see me like this.” I pause, suddenly aware of my sweaty body in tight joggers and the ugliest shade of orange polo. My hair is weaved ordinarily to the back and my face has no adornment except of dried sweat. My most unattractive self waiting to be seen by the most gorgeous Greek god of a man . “Why? What’s wrong?” Omoh asks innocently, unaware of what I've notice.

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

There was no cheer this time, no applause or calls for Garron's death. I had proved Omegas were not to be underestimated, even though my victory was a fluke. But there was something else. Something in the air that made us all feel uneasy. They don't know the source of this feeling, but they understand it has something to do with how Garron is currently towering over Dorian. Last we saw him, he was a young man with an average athletic build, standing at about six foot tall, but now he's massive, taller, a walking fortress of flesh and muscle. Terrifyingly calm and eager to face this Alpha.