Purple Omnitrix Novels & Stories

Shadow was eyeing them full of love. Their eagerness reflected the innocence in their eyes. The Hyenas were prepared to enter the space that was created by Orange. Orange’s power was extremely unique. Storytelling, and art manipulation. There were only three people that inherited this power. Each represents the three worlds. Someone named Fariz, who by chance, was Teal’s boyfriend. He was from the Upperworld. The second person was Orange Bunny, representing the Underworld. Last but not least, Wan, from the wingman's clan, was from The Unknown.

Richard watched the whole scene as it unfolded almost close to the gates of the small school. He noticed her alright, but he can’t say a word, he always can’t say a word. He was out here waiting for his bestie, a zoology major, and part time cleaner. He sights her purple pixie and small size frame when he is about to make a move, he runs toward her small frame, his big body feeling light. He snorts, when he thinks of the very bad turn of events, he was supposed to be supernatural for God’s sake, but he couldn’t even heal, his ribs still ached, and he could feel liquid seeping out of whatever hole that was created during the blows each time he breathes.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

It couldn't get any worse, but it was better than nothing. "I've got nothing. All this magic is getting to my nose." Tori, the gamma who hadn't joined the rest of the Lycan's pack because she'd lost her ability to stay in her werewolf form for long, bit out bitterly. "You doing any better?" She turned to Marcus.

The force of its sudden appearance shoved Crimson Guardian away. He turned back to the mountain, yet it had already disappeared. The crowd paled. They had never seen a Supreme Mystique Technique like this. Crimson Guardian turned to his comrades. "Are you sure this is the time to sit out of a fight?" "Hell no, I'm stepping in!" Violet Venerable roared. In a snap, he suddenly turned into a humongous purple titan.

And just like that, I’m home. I know not how long I have been resting. A familiar warmth surrounds me. I wake to find purple and gold hues glowing around me, charging the bed of wildflowers upon which I rest. I open my eyes, seeing Artemis beside me, hence the gold. She smiles and nods, “my beautiful luna”. Before I can even ask.. “Your child lives, Morrigan. As does Emma”. A tear crawls down my face. Artemis helps me to sit. “And Kalen? Has he heard of this?”. Suddenly the purple hue surges and I feel the warmth intensify.

Dante even made a rule of using Omega's as servants, being omega was considered the most useless being and an insult to the family no matter if the omega was born in the royalty, it automatically was labelled as the shame to the family and to save their reputation almost every family abandoned their omega child to serve the kingdom. After Zinnia turned 18, she found her wolf, beautiful white wolf yet the aura and power radiating it was obviously of an omega. Zinnia was born beautiful, she was an extremely attractive and pretty woman in her pack and every other wolf was waiting for her to find her wolf so she could find the lucky mate who'll have such a beauty.

His words were a promise, a declaration of unwavering faith in his daughter's abilities. From inside the carriage, Alruna smiled subtly, a quiet pride warming her heart. She felt a surge of gratitude, not just for Curtis's unwavering support of Kara, but also for the unexpected camaraderie shown by his companions. Their enthusiastic encouragement of Kara, a young omega with extraordinary ambitions, was a testament to their loyalty and respect. The scene was a small, quiet victory against the prejudice and limitations often imposed upon omegas. The unspoken understanding between them, a silent pact of support and acceptance, was a powerful thing.

My fingers curled into a tight fist against the polished surface of the table, but I kept my expression neutral. Rowan, ever the cautious one, raised his voice with measured calm. “Your Grace, we serve you. We have always served you. But the law against omegas was written in blood. You know that better than any of us. The Red Valley wasn’t just history—it was a warning. When omegas walk freely, they bring about destruction. It’s the reason they are treated the way they are worldwide. If they know the power that they truly possess, it’ll be fatal for us all. It’s about control, lineage, power. We can’t afford to let sentiment—”