Saint Seiya Omega Novelas e Histórias

But whatever that was—it sure as hell felt like one. Real bonds are rare. Most modern alphas and betas pair with their omegas out of convenience, not fate. This wasn't want. It dug deeper. Primal. A need that settled in my chest before I could name it. Like she'd been carved from the same silence I've spent my life hiding in. And that means Cassian will feel it too when he meets her. The thought lands heavy. Cassian doesn't want an omega. His first instinct will be to push her away—to reject her before he even understands why.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

Ryan gritted his teeth in anger. “Because I'm an Omega Ryan,I am weak who in this world will want to associate with someone that is of no use.”

Kira’s howl rose through him and he let it come, let it fill the space behind his ribs, let it take everything the grief had opened up and turn it into something that moved in one direction only. “You don’t know what I am.” His voice came out fractured and enormous simultaneously, filling the temple without rising to a shout. “I am an Omega. The last of the most powerful bloodline this world has ever produced.” The white returned to his eyes and kept going, silver light bleeding through the cracks in the floor around his feet. “And what I give you tonight will follow your souls past death.” He raised his foot and brought it down. The floor split open in every direction from the point of impa

I asked, "don't even talk about that shit! You're gonna get yourselves killed." "Fuck off," Sydney said as she did her best to glare at me. It wasn't exactly scary given that she was soaked with tears, "at least we're not just rolling over and accepting this shit! You all make me sick! How can you just let them walk all over you? Omegas are supposed to be protected! This isn't right!" "We make you sick," I quirked my brow at her, trying hard to suppress the brewing anger that was flooding my stomach.

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to

“You— you want to know about omegas?” Miyamura begins to cut his own steak into smaller pieces. “Is that so hard to believe? My secretary is an omega, you know?”. He deflects the question back at Sorahiko with a smile. “So tell me something about omegas”. Sorahiko swallows. He stares at Miyamura in contemplation. “Wha— what exactly do you want to know?”. He’s twisting up his words in his confusion. Miyamura finds it cute. “Just tell me anything”.

I asked in horror. “You're not a mere Omega; you're a pure Omega,” Archer said. “Pure Omegas are born during a major astronomical event; they are usually endowed with incredible powers, such as, for example, clairvoyance. A pure Omega is capable of stopping a war or unleashing it; that's how awesome is what you can do once the seal of your powers is broken. Right now, we must take care that your power does not fall into the wrong hands and innocent lives are put in danger.” I hadn't realized how much my life had changed until that moment.

Selene had forged alliances, sharpened her body, mastered her instincts. And now? She was returning home. Not as an Omega. Not as a broken servant. She was coming back as the force they would never be able to cage again.