Saint Seiya Omega Novels & Stories

She suddenly goes dim there and the gloomy air is resurfacing again. Winter takes on from there, “The Chimera exists and its served as a Familiar for all the Omegas like you who have existed so far. The Omega before you was eliminated before it even had the chance to be born. The one before that met her demise in the hands of the Guardian, and the one before her also met the same death. All at the hands of the very Guardian keeping you alive”. “Because of that, there hasn’t been an Omega to liberate the mythical beast. It’s been waiting after it got captured, for you, Himari” She hints at me, making me take a shaky breath.

"But at least I'm honest about who I am. Can you say the same?" "I know exactly who I am." "Do you? Or do you just know what they told you to be?" A blur of movement. Omega appeared ten feet away, materializing from the shadows like a ghost. Up close, she was even more unsettling—inhumanly perfect, gold eyes reflecting light like a cat's. "You think you can save me," Omega said. "With words. With sympathy. You think I'm some lost girl waiting to be rescued." "No." Chaewon held her ground. "I think you're a weapon with a girl's face. But I also think somewhere inside, that girl is still screaming. Still fighting. Still hoping."

Twenty Five: King, Luna, Omega CASSIAN “Oh?” I ask, turning to Lysandra. Her red lips are pressed together, eyes fixed on me but I can’t place the emotion that swirls in them. “I will—” I clear my throat, nodding at Eira. “I will speak with you later. Just go up.” “Oh no, serving is not a problem,” Eira says. Lysandra makes a sound. “I’m an Omega.” I pinch my eyes shut, jaw grinding. Eira’s scent invades my nostrils, soothing the bond but it also calms the anger brewing in my chest.

"Come to 425 Oak Street. Alone. No police, no friends. If you tell anyone or try to bring backup, I'll know. And you won't like what happens next." The line went dead. I met Helena's frightened gaze. She squeezed my hand. "We have to call the cops, Jade. This guy sounds dangerous—" I cut her off with a sharp look, glancing meaningfully at the phone. We didn't know if he was still listening. Grabbing a pen, I scrawled a quick note. 'I'm going. Look after yourself.' Before she could protest, I shifted into my wolf form and bolted for the door. As an omega, I was small even in wolf form, but I was fast on four legs. And I could handle any human who tried to hurt me.

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

He suddenly moved away from us and leaned closer to the sand; squatting and squinting. "The Omega mark..." he said slowly. I frowned at him. "What did you say?" The boy turned to me. "It's the Omega mark..." he said pert "Looksie!" he pointed. "The dark crescent moon!" "I've seen it in history class!" the boy answered. "The mark of all the Cursed Ones, used to identify them from the rest of the pack..." he said, excited. "The dark color symbolizes the darkness they bring..." he explained "But the four white spheres that float beside it, two on each side represent the light..." he added.

A few looked ready to pounce. ‎ ‎Her hand trembled slightly beside mine. ‎Without saying a word, I reached for it and held it firmly, pulling her closer to my side. My grip was gentle but deliberate, a silent signal to the others that She’s with me. ‎The growls softened slightly, but the tension remained. ‎ ‎Seraphina leaned closer to me and whispered, her voice barely audible. ‎ ‎“Why are they all staring at me?” ‎ ‎“You’re an Omega,” I replied quietly.

It was Maren, Rieka’s trusted handmaiden. To the world, Maren was nothing more than a loyal servant who lived to please her mistress. But in truth, she was Uriel’s ally, a woman who had once admired the strength the Omega carried, even in her suffering. When Uriel was reborn as Rey, Maren had sworn her allegiance anew, working quietly in the shadows to ensure her lady’s plans could move forward. “You’ve done well,” Rey said softly, her tone clipped but laced with the faintest warmth.

The realization came down crashing on him just like the rain that hammered on the hard steel and stone outside. He had been trying to ignore it, the impossibly faint yet unmistakable scent of the Omega, the only wolf in the world who was capable of ripping his heart and soul. This felt unreal, it couldn’t be happening, it has to be a dream. “Mmh,” the Omega let out a wince, that caught everybody’s attention except one. “He’s waking up!” The Alpha beside Adrian perked up. The Omega on the bed indeed opened his eyes fully, his sculpted features scrunching in slight pain of moving his battered body and he blinked several times to adjust.

I sighed, and began to walk on the narrow path. Looking down, my heart shook for the fear of falling off. I couldn't see anything below me: it was completely dark. I swallowed hard, and continued walking until I arrived at the spot where I was meant to stand. Suddenly, the lights came on, shining directly on me. I swept my eyes all over the place, looking at my reflections on the mirror hanging in the air. “My name is Caleb, and you are standing before the Five Pillars Of Truth that oversee the affairs of the White Moon pack. Would you kindly tell us why you're here, Daphne?”