Omni Manipulation Novels & Stories

But now that his body was betraying him, that he was violently rejecting the mere presence of an omega, he could no longer deny the truth. “I was tricked by an omega.” Silence fell on the front steps. Eloise tensed instantly, while Mrs. Harris opened her mouth slightly in shock. Nigel continued, his tone harsher. “She was a colleague… I considered her a friend. But she… She used her pheromones to manipulate me. To subdue me.” His gaze hardened. “I almost lost everything I had built because of her.” His fingers tightened on his trousers, a pent-up rage pulsing within him.

Another breakthrough subject demonstrating capabilities Geneva considered revolutionary. "Subject Omega presents with natural consciousness manipulation ability unprecedented in documented enhanced individuals," the file began. "Unlike standard empathic perception (awareness of others' emotional/mental states) or consciousness projection (sharing one's own mental state), Subject Omega demonstrates active influence over others' consciousness. Can modify emotional states, implant suggestions, alter perception, potentially reshape aspects of identity through direct consciousness interaction." My former enhancement had been perception. I'd been able to sense consciousness directly, understand aw

The other one stated. "Why? Have you forgotten all of us are omegas?" Raising my eyebrow while I cocked my head sideways. "Yeah, but the uncle of her sister's mate is the beta!" "Oh, please. Spare me the riding of coattails drama!" I want to laugh at them. That is their definition of 'related to the beta and gamma'. Even if one of their friends had a mate that was related or even had just a teenie bit of blood connected with the elites, they immediately claimed to be close.

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

Believing their spirits had forged an authentic bond. The diagnostics of your heart are completely accurate. She dismissed his statement with a sharp wave of her hand. "My processor discounts that entirely. The male deployed the absolute totality of his Playmaker charisma across your perimeter. Through what specific biological mechanism is an omega supposed to resist that energetic frequency? The moral failure rests exclusively upon his ledger."

Sure, living life as one was hard, but I found strength in being one. Omegas are seen as the weakest of the Pack and are usually mistreated. It's the law of nature, they are at the bottom of the chain. However, dare I contest that omegas are one of the strongest in the Pack! They go on about their lives, fighting silent battles that pack members would not understand. They are not given anything so they must strive for themselves. They are not accepted so they must learn to accept themselves. Sure, they might not be physically strong, but they have the strongest will amongst many others.

because the world needs what’s between your legs.” More gasps. One girl started crying. “I will breed you. Sell you. Trade you. You exist to make the next generation. And you will be obedient… or you’ll be replaced.” Behind me, Three-Seven had sunk to her knees, staring down at the tag around her neck. I didn’t look at her again. Not yet. But I already knew. She was going to be one of the most profitable omegas I had. If her spirit didn’t get in the way. It started with twenty. Twenty wide-eyed omegas too scared to run, too broken to fight back. Most were cast-offs, troublemakers, or “too difficult” for their packs. Easy pickings. Now? I walked the metal catwalk of the underground facility—

Why are you guys helping me” Olivia asked. “We will have a lot of time to answer all your questions. Know, for now, that we work for The Paranormal Agency. Other than saving the world, our job is to take care of kids like you. Your talent is rare and there is no limit to it. We just want to make sure that you willingly put it to right use,” William said. “So there are others like me?” Olivia asked, surprised. “Numerous, us included,” Allan said, speaking to Olivia for the first time. “I am Allan and I am an expert at Omnikinesis. I can control things with the help of mind power”

Mattel growled at the Agent again, “Didn’t you say compulsions get weaker as time passes?” The Agent laughed, “I said weaker, not totally ineffective. Most omegas have never learned to resist compulsions. There have only been a few cases where omegas threw off compulsions. And most of those resistant omegas were wild ones.” Mattel frowned further at the Agent’s mocking tone, “I don’t think you understand this. My omega is a wild omega. She was born in the human world. She’s spent most of her life under the delusion that she hates alpha and that she cannot be under their control. I don’t know how strong she is”.

Joseph stopped in the middle making the twins raise their brows in annoyance. “What do you mean by Pheromone Therapy?” Isaias asked. “Some feral Alphas are still wandering around the city, disguising themselves as good Alphas. But their behavior will change as soon as they see fragile omega. Because of that, many omegas are killed or brutally ràped by them. To mask their pheromones, he came up with artificial pheromones which would mask the pheromones of the omegas and make them look like a beta. Isn't he a genius?” Joseph wriggled his brows.