Omni Man Kills Guardians Novels & Stories

"N-No... we... we didn’t mean to––" He chuckled. Then with a snap of his fingers, warriors stepped out from the trees. They were all armed. "Slaughter them." He ordered. "And bring me their heads." "Yes. Head Warrior!" the warriors shouted in unison. The rogues couldn't survive. And within seconds, they were all dead. The man walked toward me. His strong arms gently lifted my body from the ground. His voice was soft as he stared at me. "You’re safe now, Omega." And then, everything faded to black.

The crumbling buildings were abandoned, humans betraying each other for any bit of advantage they could gain. There was no law, no order, no damage control unit working to contain the crisis. Just chaos. In the midst of the disaster, two siblings fought to stay together. The man protected the woman, who clung tightly to him. They were both terrified, yet they preserved, pushing through together. The frame switched to that of Errol Knight, the past alpha of the Chicago Pack. He appeared even more formidable atop a hill, his bulky form covered in armor and his long hair flowing in the wind. A man knelt in front of him, battered and bleeding in many areas.

The other guard snorted, “What else would it be? Are you expecting a disco ball atop a brook?” The two of them burst in a boisterous laugh, their voices shaking the wariness off of me. I know I’m an Omega. I also know that Omegas are their primary source of entertainment. I’m their primary source of entertainment. I turned on a heel, heading for the ice-cold waters where I’ll probably have my untimely death. “If I ever die in there, I’ll haunt you two first,” I poke the two guards on their chests with my aching fingers.

“But you have to trust me.” Before the boy can respond, a sharp crack echoes through the arena and I turn to see one of the guards aiming a shock baton at us, the device crackling with energy. “Enough stalling!” the guard barks. “Fight, or you both die.” My mind is racing. The boy’s fear is palpable, but there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes so I release him and slowly stand up straight, my gaze locking with the guard’s. “If you want a fight,” I growl, my voice carrying the weight of my anger, “then come down here and face me yourself.”

Kincaid growls as he folds his arms. Gavin smirks. "Oh, she knew who killed them. And man, if I were you, I would be ashamed. Your training must suck. You said they were three of your best, but they were killed by a true omega in human form," Gavin says in a voice so condescending Kincaid immediately snarls. "WHAT," he roars, and Gavin smirks.

An Omega and one most of us are familiar with. “i’m sure most of you know Garron” he says, placing his arm on Garron’s shoulder. “Garron, here, was made an example last month for stealing from an Alpha. Made an example of, what a nice way to say beaten to death. At least, we thought he was dead. I certainly did as I saw his aura fading slowly and the guards took him away. He should be dead. And yet, here he stands in the middle of the arena—with a soft smile on his face and an aura no Omega should have.

But Emoni had suspected that Frost Melt had been behind the attack within a few moments of reading the news release. Or had she been told who sold her? I had never gotten the full story from her. “We can’t let her get away with this,” Emoni said. “Emoni, please, I just,” Gordon shook his head, reaching for her hand, “I-I can’t lose you again.” “She killed mom and everyone else,” Emoni growled, “She’s brought it on herself. Ripping her head off would be justice.” Gordon grimaced, pressing a hand to his chest, “She has Warhammer backing. It would be a bloodbath.”

Pure, burning, uncontrollable rage. I wanted to step forward. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab that man and beat him until he could no longer stand, until he understood exactly how much pain he had caused her. I wanted to make him pay for hurting the most precious soul in my care. But I clenched my fists tightly and forced myself to calm down. I had to control these emotions. I was her Guardian. I was supposed to be impartial, pure, and detached. I should not feel this way.

“We can’t let him get inside our heads.” I inhaled deeply, drawing on the warrior’s tether, feeling the calm strength flowing into me. I could still feel Liora’s protective energy nearby, a distant yet comforting reminder of why we fought. My Omega power surged, pushing outward, blasting through falling debris, creating a protective shield around us. I wasn’t just holding us together physically—I was anchoring our spirits against Rowan’s lingering influence. “Dorian, Bryan, get ready,” I said, voice steady despite the chaos. “We finish this now.”

“And that if ever there was a way on how you would be safe from what would happen...I would make sure that you would live a life away from all of this.” She blinked. “What-“ “The two of you are part of a great design.” a voice spoke. They quickly stood up to look at the Huntress, a bow slung over her shoulder. Her expression hard but with a hint of sadness in her eyes. “One that would determine the fate of not only the two of you but the whole world.” she said to the two. “And for that...you two must work together and look for the other Guardian.” Tivona blinked then turned her head to look at Aedre who was not saying anything. They went back to their camp, not breaking the silence that had