Read Omniscient Reader Novels & Stories

I hope this decision by me makes things easier for you all. If you have any questions, suggestions or anything at all, you can mail me. My email address is salayo389@gmail.com. I remain Stephen Alayo, the writer of Omega. I wish you a happy reading experience. Stay hydrated, stay safe. ❤️

Jayden's pitch-black eyes had a gold line right down the center of his eyeballs and it made anyone who looked at him feel paralyzed for a moment. Owen is an omega and he knows only an ultimate alpha has eyes like that. To fellow alphas, those ghastly eyes wouldn't be too scary, but to an omega, beta, and normal human, those eyes would be a nightmare for them. Ricky hit the counter, softly but hard, so that Owen could feel the vibrations. "Tell me, where is that woman?" Out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw three large visitors rise from their seats and stare at him. Owen opened a drawer under the counter and took out a key.

“You ready, Omega?” She gave me a nod. Her eyes looked around like she was taking in the space unaware of the tall shadow leaning against the far end. Reign. He hadn’t said a word about coming, but I caught his scent before we even started. He was watching her, not me, the way a predator studies prey it has no intention of killing. Good. Let him see what she could be. I stepped closer, correcting her stance. “Your feet are too far apart. Bring them in, knees bent. Don’t brace for me, be ready to move.”

He finished reading a page, turned it with a slow, deliberate motion, and then finally lifted his head. His eyes were the coldest I had ever seen. Pale grey, like a winter sky, and utterly devoid of warmth or empathy. They assessed me in a single, sweeping glance that felt more invasive than a physical search. “Sze Untalan,” he said. His voice was calm, measured, and somehow more terrifying than any shout. “The famous Omega. Please, sit.” I remained standing, my chin held high. “I’d prefer to stand.”

A pause. “You’re looking in the wrong direction.” “Who the hell are you?!” I bellowed. The scent… the presence… it was everywhere. It coiled like smoke around my mind. I couldn’t lock onto him—couldn’t sense him. “What the fuck is this creep?” Scott barked, spinning like a madman. “I can feel him. I can feel him everywhere!” “This is Omniscient,” Sylvia said, her voice oddly calm. “I’ve read about it. A rare skill… the user creates a mental realm and drags others inside. It can be physical, spiritual—or mental. We’re inside his constructed space.”

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

Danial looked at the System's Interface and with his mind selected the option [Yes]. Danial's vision blurred for a moment, and he felt an intense surge of energy course through his body. The information from the book flooded his mind as if the knowledge itself was assimilating into his consciousness. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced before—like waves of light and sound merging to form a symphony of understanding.

"Power on, Unit 1314," Dad said. As he gave the command, his tone wavered with hesitation. He wasn't entirely sure why he was saying it. He was just repeating what Bruce Harrison, the director of Elite Smart Academy, had told him to say. My eyes lit up instantly, like a screen on standby finally receiving a signal. I rose from my chair. My arms hung naturally at my sides, and my spine was perfectly straight. "System booted. Please state your command," I said mechanically.

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.”

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.