Saint Seiya Omega Novels & Stories

Which was difficult since he was prone to anger, even going into a blind rage when someone did or said something that he didn’t agree with. His wolf, Hunter, was the same way. ‘Xavier, you think the Moon Goddess, Serena, did this to teach us how to be more gentle? To be more gentle and understanding?’ Hunter asked with a huff. Xavier rolled his eyes a bit. ‘Doubt it but possibly. Regardless, I’m still not happy. Like, seriously? Why did she give us an Omega? A blind and fearful one at this. Why not give us a mate that was born as a Beta or a Gamma? Or one that was being trained as a Luna? I just don’t understand,’ Xavier stated with a growl.

By dinner, half the Keep had decided what we were. This was Riven's later assessment, delivered in the south corridor over the strongbox. He had been counting whispers. He had a clerk's mind. He had told me, in twenty-eight words, that the kitchen had it that the omega had silver eyes, the steward had it that the King had touched her wrist like a claim, and the warriors had it that she could put a man on his back faster than two of them put together. "All three of those are true." "Yes, sir."

Sebestian asked calmly. "About her helping you lift that. She's an omega. Are you sure she can handle that?" The girl asked. "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" Allen asked bitterly. The girl had beauty, especially in front of Sebestian. "It means that you're an omega. Omegas are weak and shouldn't be lifting things so heavy."

Somehow, that made me even angrier. I didn't wait for her answer and removed her clothes right then and there. She moaned as the cold wind brushed against her skin. I bit my lip as I trailed my eyes down from her face to her body. She looks immaculate. But it's such a shame—she's an omega. I growled before leaning down against her body. She tried to reach for my lips, but I pushed down her shoulders. "Stay still," I muttered. I'm not going to let her kiss my lips.

Her fated mates, Ash, Zane, Kai, and Blaze, were still bound by Theon's guards, their rage a palpable entity that vibrated through the stone floor. "I will not choose," Rhea said, her eyes on the vampire elder. "I will not be a piece in your war. I will not be a piece in Theon's war. I am the Omega. I am my own person. I will choose for myself." The older vampire's lips pressed into a tight line. "A brave speech, young wolf. But a foolish one. There is no middle ground. You are either with us or against us. And if you're against us." His gaze flicked to Theon. "Then we will take our revenge on this traitor. And then we will take our revenge on your entire pack. You will all die."

She steeled herself for the fight of her life, knowing that she had to protect herself, no matter the cost. Melissa's heart sank as she watched Damien fall to the ground, his body motionless. The Shadow Pack closed in, their eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. Kael's voice dripped with malice as he spoke. "You're a foolish Omega, thinking you could defeat us," he sneered. "But you're no match for our power." Melissa knew she had to act fast. She summoned all her Omega energy, letting it course through her veins like liquid fire. The air around her seemed to shimmer and distort, as if reality itself was bending to her will.

“Perhaps I should remind you of your place, Omega. Whatever is going to happen between us is not an act of love or affection. If you want to be seen as more than an Omega with a womb, then don't speak of things you know nothing about.” His eyes are so sharp that Sage feels like the alpha can see right through his soul and then destroy everything in his path. His grip on Sage's jaw suddenly tightens and he takes a slow drag of his cigar again before releasing the awful smoke directly on Sage's face, causing the omega to hold his breath.

His grip wasn't that of belonging; it was a shackle. "I, Prince Cassian Valen," he shouted, his voice echoing off the white stone of the altar, "recognize the Moon Goddess’s choice. I see the bond that ties me to this... Omega." Omega... He called her omega. Was it because she was an omega? But she has a soul too. She feels pain as well. He spat the word 'Omega' like it was poison. A murmur rippled through the pack. Rosalie’s heart stuttered. No, why am I thinking so negatively?

"Your mind dissected my world, TED-night. Now, dismantle Omega together." Sake burned alliance seal, mahogany lips curving triumph. "Earn the ring, stalker. I've pockets for trinkets—thrones for queens." His obsidian flared laugh-low, pull-close bodies aligning heat-promise. Dojo gore, jet silk, war table claim—layers binding, power shared not seized. Eiko watched with distant approval fox-sly; Lena texted glitch-victory. Tokyo shadows yielded first; Omega's turn bled next.

“Remember when you called me useless? When you treated me like dirt beneath your feet? And even earlier today, you did the same—choosing your bastard daughter and worthless son-in-law over me.” My father stammered, his voice cracking. “Selene… please… I didn’t mean—” “Silence!” I snapped. My power flared, and the ground trembled beneath them. “Your words mean nothing. Your existence means nothing anymore.” Callista stepped forward, her voice shaking but still defiant. “You may have power now, Selene, but you’ll never be one of us. You’ll always be an omega.” I laughed, the sound echoing through the silence. “Omega? Oh, Callista, you were always blind. I was never just an omega. I was always