Omni-man Head Crush Novels & Stories

“We’ll break the damn door down…” A roar echoed through the tunnels, inhuman and vicious. The next moment… The door split inward. Metal shrieked. Dust exploded everywhere. I stepped back instinctively, shielding my stomach with my arms. A man charged forward… Only to be hauled back so violently I couldn’t even process the movement. Dominic. He slammed the attacker into the wall and, before the man could even cry out, Dominic’s hand twisted and ripped his head clean off. Blood splattered across the stone.

The figure's hands came up and wrapped around the man's head. There was a sharp crack that echoed through the clearing. The man's neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Then his body fell to the floor.

"What?!" The black-robed man was shocked. He turned only to see the eerie face of a ghost. The face had a similar color to the purple lightning, and even the waves of aura coming from it were similar. "This… This isn't possible!" The man was filled with fear. He could feel his hair stand on its end. He retreated quickly with a burst, but it was too late. Chase's right punch came crashing down on his head like a comet. His skull was crushed, and blood splattered everywhere. The man screamed in pain as he flew off into the air and crashed into a wall nearby. The wall collapsed from the impact.

With a cold smirk, he swung a fist at Ronald's head. Before it could connect, a hand shot out, catching his fist mid-swing. "What the—" The man's expression twisted into shock. The next moment, a sickening crack echoed through the room. A sharp, guttural scream filled the air. The man's hand was crushed. His bones were shattered beyond repair. He staggered back, clutching his ruined hand and howling in agony. "My hand! My hand! You've destroyed my hand!" he shrieked. His eyes turned wild as he drew a knife with his uninjured hand, ready to strike.

“Why are you taking pictures of us!?” The man sputters, choking, clawing at Victor’s hand around his neck. “Please!” He squeaks, gasping. “Help!” “Victor!” Evelyn says, hurrying to his side and pulling on his arm. “Stop, you’re making a scene! Let him down.” Victor drops the man, who crumples to the ground rubbing his neck and hauling in breaths. Victor scents the air around him – an Omega from another pack. “What the hell is going on?” Victor snarls.

Huh…wait…how do I know that? Wait...no… I shake my head to stop the memories from flooding in, but the word ‘manifested to a recessive omega’ in the document calls my focus. Unable to bear the increasing pressure-like pain pounding into my skull, I stand from the bed, but the abrupt and unplanned motion causes the laptop to crash to the ground. The screen turns a spectrum-like colour from the damage, but my focus is fully on the bear-like man who wakes up from the commotion. “Lucien?”

Emma changed her mind in the last minute call after the CEO invited their team for dinner. He looked at her who was busy chatting happily with the CEO who was seated at the front center. 'Great. The man who I found sexy is talking with my crush.' That could've been his chance to date an omega but his boss just had to ruin his opportunity. Zen sneakily glares at Mr. Claude as he chomps on the lettuce wrapped meat but the CEO must have noticed his laser like stares because he looked back at him. That's when Zen stopped glaring because his stare was just as captivating as his looks.

He held an old phone with a cracked screen, news alerts constantly popping up. ["Stormfang Pack has elected a new Alpha."] ["Former Golden Boy, Liam Blackwood, Found Destitute on the Streets. Stormfang Pack Century-Old Empire Divvied Up!"] ["Exclusive: Why was Liam Blackwood Abandon Him? Is There More to His Father's Death?"] He expressionlessly tapped the screen off and tossed the phone aside. The only window in the room was covered with newspaper, letting in only a dim, hazy light. He reached down to touch the calf of his left leg. It was grotesquely swollen, the skin an abnormal purple. A vicious gash ran across it, the edges jagged. Untended, it was clearly infected and festering.

For some reason, the roof was too low that it almost resembles a wafer. The womanizer opened the door and pushed me inside before slamming the door shut. Okay, I should focus my mind more on the present because we were probably on the verge of being killed. How I wish I could use my powers! If only there would be no drawbacks in using my power here in the human world, this could have been solved already. “Get down!” The womanizer held the back of my head and before I could do what he told me to do, he forced my head down that my forehead hit the front with a rather loud thud. The very next second, a few glass shards dropped on me. Whoah, did I almost die?

He shoved the door open when something suddenly slammed to the side of his head. "Ah!" The omega gasped and stumbled sideways. He felt something wet drip down the side of his head. The smell of iron hit his nose. Blood. Black spots appeared Vernon's vision and everything doubled, making the vision even worse. He gripped the side of his head, touching blood, and stumbled on unsteady legs to escape. "I n-need... to get... out of here..." A hand grabbed the omega's neck and squeezed tight. He was shoved hard against the wall and it dug painfully into his back.