Omni Man Please Novels & Stories

How we can win if a large human force invades us. The image of the super soldiers haunts me in my sleep sometimes. When I’m awake, the prophecy is like a butterfly, flitting in and out of view, but in my dreams I remember it all. Pia’s door is open, and she’s standing in the entrance, barking orders at our haggard Omegas. I don’t remember her having an accent, but I guess after spending fifteen years with the Lunae, it came back. “Our Omegas are not yours to order about,” I say, alarmed by the ice dripping from my lips. “They are here to assist you, not serve you. They are not yours to command.”

Miranda shook her head and glanced at her phone, noticing she was dialing a number that ended with 'rommie. Concern etched on Sophia's face. "She’s not usually like this. Why isn't she answering her calls?" Her attention was caught by a guy nearby, his hands tangled in his hair as he scratched his scalp frantically. "Is he possessed?" Miranda asked, shock written on her face as she watched the man. Sophia chuckled. "No, it’s just the effect of the magic powder they use to catch omegas." Roland smirked, his eyes focused on the glass in his hand as he spotted the guy they were discussing.

They kneel, “I am the Fire Omega. You won’t be able to take me or anyone I care about, no matter how hard you try. I can and WILL set all of you on fire with a simple thought.” But right now, the fire is starting to spread around the garden too much, so I make it stop completely, adding a snap of my fingers to make it look cooler. “We come in peace,” the biggest one repeats, still down on one knee but daring to look up, “All we want is—“

shouted an omega man, who appeared to flaunt his chest in a silk blouse that clearly displayed his pink nipples. "Hi, my name’s Dima," he said with a sweet smile, extending his hand to Edgar, who looked slightly bothered by the crowd. To avoid trouble, Edgar restrained his emotions, pretended to care about his surroundings, and returned Dima’s handshake warmly, causing the omega man’s heart to flutter.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

I asked quietly. Kenji gasped. "You know?" I nodded quietly. "Yes. I am an Omega. A rare Omega." "Ah!"

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

As if he finds the act as soothing as I do. “Like how to make someone laugh. Like how to break through to someone who uses their pain to keep everyone else at arm’s length. Like how to love.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper. “I mean that you’re magic, darlin’.” I shake my head. “No. I’m not. Omegas are magic. They are heart-healers and pack-healers. I’m just a girl who talks too much, doesn’t look where she’s going, and spends more time thinking about cheese than any normal person should.”

King Damon's mind links me. "Yes Alpha" I link back. I hardly doubt he will even be there in 25 minutes. Sam and I dont have much to pack. As for Omegas, we are only allowed to wear white t-shirts and black pants. It is the signature Omega look. It will also signify that we are not only omegas but servants as well. The lowest of the low.

They may treat omega's better here, but that didn't mean they were good. So when the woman continued to reach for me despite my warnings, I snapped at her. She yelped yanking her hand back as I continued to snarl at her. The three exchanged glances, and I could tell they were mind linking one another. I stopped growling as I watched, unable to help myself from focusing on the beautiful man. I believe the Alpha had called him Calvary. A strange name, I've never hear before. Still it sounded good.