Omni-man Rage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“So there’s no point in pretending. I came for what I’m owed. For what was taken from us. You can’t stop me. She can’t stop me. None of you can.” Dorian’s wolf snarled through him. “Watch me.” Bryan shifted slightly, angling his body in front of mine. “You’ll have to get through both of us.” Rowan’s eyes flickered with annoyance—just before a blast of wind tore through the chamber. I reacted instinctively. My Omega power surged. It rose like a tidal wave inside me—heat, pressure, instinct, and raw magic. It burst through my palms in a shimmering pulse, splitting the force in two before it could hit the men. Stone cracked beneath our feet, dust swirling in a violent spiral.

I twisted, kicked him in the knee, then drove my elbow into his throat. He dropped and I kept moving. Ten feet away the red haired Omega fought like a wild animal. Her handler laughed and yanked her chain to make her attack faster. Rage burned so hot my vision went gold. I sent a pulse of power out, soft, the way I used to calm my guys. She stumbled and for half a second her eyes cleared. Help me, she said. Then the handler shocked her with something on the collar and she screamed and charged again. I ducked under her claws and wrapped my arms around her waist.

_*]:min-w-0"> Omegas weren't supposed to be aggressive. We were supposed to be gentle, understanding, peaceful. _*]:min-w-0"> But right now, I wanted to tear something apart.

I step forward, aggressively raising my right hand, thrusting my fragile body directly in front of Cassian’s massive frame to shield him from the advancing warriors. “Stand the fuck down!” I snap, my voice cracking with a sudden, vicious authority that surprises even me. I glare at the Omegas, my chest heaving as the raw, unfiltered snark of my past life bleeds into my tone. “He is my personal Omega. He answers directly to me. If any of you touch a single hair on his head, I will have the Imperial Beta House strip this entire border pack of its trading rights by sunset. Try me.” “He?” They all get confused.

She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her. But the Omega didn't stop there. She used her hands to push her off her spot in the kitchen, rudely shoving her aside. As Cora stumbled, her heart racing with a mix of surprise and indignation. She clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger rise within her.Her wolf growled, urging her to defend herself. But she knew that as an Omega, she was at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, and any retaliation could have dire consequences. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check, and held herself back from responding to the provocation.

He annihilates. The first rogue barely has time to snarl before Ronan’s claws rip across his throat, spraying silver blood. Another leaps, and Ronan catches him mid-air, slamming him to the ground so hard bones shatter. His growls shake the air, feral, unchained. I scramble backward, heart pounding. This isn’t calculated Alpha dominance. This is berserk rage. He’s not fighting to survive. He’s fighting like someone dared to touch what’s his and that thought burns worse than the bruises on my ribs.

Was my unranked wolf executing a high-level manipulation technique, or had my spirit genuinely severed the bond? He paused, his pride calculating that when omegas throw a tantrum, they simply require a small offering of dominant sweetness to reset their internal balance. He stepped back into my immediate scent-space, extending his massive, clawed hand to roughly ruffle through my dark curls, leaning his heavy jaw down to force his amber eyes into my tracking field. "Are your theatrical maneuvers concluded for the watch?" I met his lazy, teasing glare, my hand rising to firmly brush his heavy knuckles away from my hair.

LILA “Let go of me! ” i screech struggling to breathe but the man doesn’t let go. His muscles continue to choke me and I gasp already feeling like I’m about to faint. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t waste your uselessness voice begging cause you’re going to die here tonight !” The man growls. Sweat trickles down my spine. Who could this person be? Is this how I’m going to continue getting attacked as Luna for goddess sake?!

another elder says, calmer than the other two. Sage clenches his jaw as his body tenses up. He sees the way they look at him with hate and anger. He wants to scream, to curse them all for referring to him as a lowly omega. Sage clenches his hand into a fist at his side, forcing his mouth shut. Let them spit their venom; he's not going anywhere.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.