Omni Verse Novels & Stories

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

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.”

The omega was flustering in between angry and desperate, ‘For the Goddess's sake, Amy, stop kidding me, I need your help, now! ‘Well… if you need my help, then you need to ask it PROPERLY!’ Jeremiah denied himself to say the words, but it is better than to spend his entire life with his mates. “Fine!” he gave up, “O- the mighty and powerful Armadale, please help me!” The book then showed up, hovering around Jeremiah while the omega, who was still currently running, “Finally, after all this time, it wasn’t so hard, was it?” The book laughed in satisfaction, “So what is my master’s desire?”

I ask curiously. “Many paranormal beings have Omegas. Created by the gods, to be dicked and knotted by the strongest male in the clan.” Viki is so sarcastic the corners of my mouth twitch up.

He was brave, unshaken. I saw the orator snicker behind him. He seemed not to be ready to accept any other Lycan king if not Ricky Mart, who had heartlessly rejected me and disappeared. “Pass me the Papyrus!” the old man said, with his hand poised towards an omega who was standing by the council members. The omega bowed, and gently, he walked up to him and passed him a papyrus scroll with the seal of the rainbow crest. “Swear before the papyrus of the moon goddess that you are genuine!” the old council was quick and harsh with his words.

Mia's voice is small but it doesn't stop us from hearing her. "And why don't you deserve to stay there darling?" My mom's gentle Luna voice always helps to ease anyone and I'm hoping it will help Mia and Josh. "We are not Beta mates anymore, we are Omegas, we've lost our mate and therefore should be put back down on the Omega floor," Josh speaks this time but none of us misses the tears in both his and mia's eyes when he mentions the loss of their mate. "I want you both to listen to me, I'm only going to say this once and I know that everyone in this room will agree with me." We all look to my dad and he continues to speak.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

I wanted to leave but my feet feel so heavy right now. The entire area was enveloped with silence until an old man in a white robe entered inside. The attention of all shifted to him. "Stop! I am glad I made it in time. What is going on here?" his intimidating voice resonated in the crown and resulted in an uproar. The Moon Goddess tilted her mouth to speak. "This is the mating ball and your son has gotten a mate and she is standing next to me!" He gave us a very intimidating look. "This is so damn ridiculous! How come, my son, is fated with a cursed Omega? She has a blood of a witch running through her veins. The last witch alive! They are our mortal enemy!"

It didn't matter how long it was, he hated those things. Damn dominant Alpha Pheromones. They were disgusting. Every single one of them. There was nothing special about those lots. An alarm blared off somewhere. It was time for his shot. His body shivered from the thought alone but it was inevitable. Another day, another dose. "Fuck, it's today," he muttered when his eyes landed on the sticky note on his fridge. The appointed day he had been dreading all week. The day of the meeting. _____ A/N: Hi there, this is the author. Please note that this book is a gay book. Omegaverse to be precise so there's a lot of Mpreg and men getting wet and same sex relationship.