Omni-man Rage Novels & Stories

One of them growled, “You think you can take all of us? You’re just an Omega!” Another spat, “It’s impossible. You’re cheating. There’s no way.” My eyes narrowed. Ah. There it was. The real reason for their rage. Not the whip. Not the bruises. But the fact that I ,an Omega, was winning. They didn’t wait for a cue. All five of them came at me at once, snarling, heavier with aggression now. This wasn’t about the game anymore. They wanted to humiliate me. The rules said no excessive force. No aggression beyond basic contact.

Me losing one omega… simply because of my uncontrollable rage? What went so terribly wrong to this extent? What happened to that man… that loving soul who once dreamed of becoming Alpha, who believed in the value of life itself, who swore to protect the pack lands entrusted into his hands? What happens when the news spreads… that one of my omegas died from a punishment that brutal? What would they call me then… a monster? A heartless beast? I picked up my pants and sluggishly slipped into them, my movements heavy and mechanical, before my arms moved over the fabric of my dark shirt, pulling it over my frame with a slow, absent motion.

Stop fighting me! "No, you stop! You're embarrassing me in front of the rogues," I complain and grab his arm to bite down as hard as I can until he's groaning and agreeing to let me go. And that’s when I finally turn to the rogues and take one step forward. Only one. And just like that, the rogues go down. 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.”

One of the men laughs as he binds their trembling wrists; each with a thick brown rope and ties them all together so they all line up one after another like lamb going for slaughter. I must have been distracted by the sight of the women being tied up for the next thing I know, I am met with stinging pain as he backhands me across the face - such is his brute force that I stagger backwards and crash onto the muddy ground. Behind him, his men laugh uproariously, obviously enjoying the sight of a mere omega being dehumanized by their leader. I can feel blood trickling down my chin and I wipe it off. I will not cry. I must not cry. I must be strong for my family.

She… she used the Alpha Spirit, but only an Alpha can do that… I watch the scene unfold while my brain still tries to put two and two together but keeps ending up with five. “Why?” she asks the man through her gritted teeth. She’s furious. The guy remains mute, like a dumbass. “If you have the guts to reject her, then you have the guts to say why. Spit it out!” she demands, authority and dominance dripping off every word. I shake my head not wanting to believe what’s happening. The guy stutters and Amelia is getting fed up. “Spit. It. Out.” she seethes. A part of me – against my better judgement – Is getting turned on seeing her ferocious side, but I quickly ignore it. “She’s an Omega,” the

All the discussions of the last few days come to mind and I start to put things together. "Please untie me," I tell him. And as soon as Dr. Archer starts to untie me, Dominic helps me get out of bed. "I think I'm strong enough to end this circus," I say angrily. But now I'm furious and aggressive just like some F5 tornado.Maybe even F6, because with my rage I overcame the universally agreed scale and right now a F5 is not enough to measure my anger. "That scumbag! I will kill him!" I keep hearing Dominci repeat.

That pride, however, vanished the second Lucas’s eyes blazed with pure rage. “You bitch!!!!” he roared. Before I could react, he lunged forward and wrapped both hands tightly around my throat, catching me completely off guard. His grip was brutal, fingers digging into my skin as he slammed me back against the side of the car. “You fucking bitch,” he snarled, voice shaking with fury. “How dare you lay your hands on me? You’re just a fucking omega!”

"No it isn't. And yes it is possible. There aren't any here, but in other clans..." "I don’t give a fuck," he shouts towards me reaching over to give me a slap that stings like hell and makes me see stars for a few seconds, "You have no idea what you're talking about. Male omegas exist in other clans, sure, but they're defects of nature. I'm not going to let a pup of mine be a defect. You're never going to get tired of ruining my life, are you? Do you have any idea how much of an embarrassment you are?"

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Ducked under his charge, came up inside his guard, and struck at the vulnerable joint of his shoulder. My teeth connected hard. Not enough to cripple but enough to damage. Enough to prove I could hurt him when I chose to. Magnus yelped and rolled away, favoring his injured leg. Shock and anger in his eyes. I'd hurt him. The undefeated Alpha. The traditional warrior. Hurt by a retired female omega. His rage exploded. He came at me with everything, no technique or strategy, just overwhelming aggression. Exactly what I'd been waiting for. Rage made wolves predictable. Anger destroyed discipline.