Omni-man Rage Novels & Stories

The man screamed in pain as his hand was twisted in a weird way, almost breaking. "This omega isn't trying to seduce anyone, ever! So, get your dirty fucking hands off me or any omega from now on! Or I'll really break your arms!" Adria screamed at him and pushed a little harder. The man pleaded for Adria to let him go, and Adria let go fast before she really lost her mind. She so wanted to fuck this man up! She wasn't some weak omega to be played with, and no omega was! The man quickly got up and ran away while holding his arm. "I'm going to make you pay!" The man screamed back one last time, and Adria laughed.

I said, my voice sharp, “doesn’t change the fact you’re still an omega. An omega is an omega.” His smile wavered for a second before he leaned closer, his eyes glowing faintly. “Yeah… but at least I’m not as weak as you.” That was it. Ryan jumped to his feet so fast his chair almost tipped over. His yellow eyes glowed, his lips pulled back in a snarl, and his claws started to show. Pete — the boy — stood too, matching Ryan’s anger, his own claws ready. The two of them growled at each other, yellow eyes blazing.

Seth’s words trail off as I fume and feel power tingle through my body. My fingertips spark with power and rage fills my very being as I glare at the man who thinks Omegas are insignificant and throws it like an insult. The men behind him piss their pants in fear and I know I must look vengeful and frightening to make two guards tremble and piss themselves.

Raguel The mention of my mate by a man like Omar Romano was like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline. My wolf, already pacing the confines of my ribs from the Council’s insolence, surged toward the surface. I felt the skin across my knuckles pull tight, the heat of the Lycan blood simmering just beneath the surface. I said nothing and that heavy silence should have been enough warning for him. But Omar was a fool, a petty man whose ambition had always outweighed his intellect.

“You’re a coward.” A dark rage twists Alpha Conan’s face. “You dare insult him? A filthy omega like you?” His fist crashes into my jaw, and for a heartbeat, there’s nothing but blinding pain. But something else stirs—a heat rising from within me, a rage that starts to blind my fear. I can feel the power surging through me, fierce and unrelenting. I snarl, shoving against him. He stumbles back, eyes wide with shock. “You—!” he spits, but I don’t let him finish.

It’s a bit sting in my skin as his nails carve a mark there. I don’t have any strength to give a damn shit toward him when a pair of hands full me, his broad shoulder covering me from Rage. Both of their pheromones were emitted in the surrounding, luckily, I’m the dominant omega and not easily affected by it. “Dan already said, works before you. Can’t you understand the words?” Their eyes were full of domination, Alpha to Alpha I know that there is no one to back down. Rage smirks, as if he was not surprise that this is happening, “and who do you think you are? Putting yourself between us and acting an arrogant shit in front of me, don’t give me that fuck!”

But Dominic cut me off before I could get three words out. "Save it. I saw the video. Everyone did. Sponsors are already calling, questioning if you are unstable. You were supposed to be the perfect one. Untouchable. Instead, you are acting like some emotional omega who cannot control himself." The word omega struck like a slap across the face. Dominic did not know the full story. He did not know what Roland had whispered in my ear or how my body had reacted. But that insult still hurt deeply. Deeper than I wanted to admit.

Only to see a slight bruise on Ophelia’s hand from close contact to its fangs. At this, my rage surges. Anger that if I was any later, Ophelia would be missing an arm now. And worse—she could be dead— chopped clean by the neck. I yell out, enraged at this. Quickly I stomp at the maniac, evoking from it a pain stricken yelp. She could have died— my mind screams at me. My rage doubles, and I yell again, lifting my leg for another stomp. Determined this time, to stomp right through it.

And the crowd is loving this. There are no rules anymore. Not when it's an Omega's life at risk. “Doesn’t that make you angry?” the hollow man asks, “doesn't that make your blood boil. That they see you as nothing more than sport. Something to be played with and broken at their very whim” She lunges at me and I pivot, but now the tables have turned. Not even me is faster than a wolf. She bites down on my arm and rips it clean off.

I felt a hand behind me, I was dragged back. "Where are you going?" The person asked me. I gently turned to see who it was, it was one of the mothers. Her face was filled with anger, I have no idea why she did what she did to me. " Why would you do that?" I gently asked her because I was in no mood for any trouble. " I know you, I remember you from that night, Leader of the Omega group. You should be ashamed that you go in front of everyone and become an embarrassment" she said.