Sonic The Hedgehog Omega Novels & Stories

After a few moments, he slowly nods his head. I know this is a shock to him. In our old pack, only the alphas and betas train to fight. The omegas and children are left out of it, as they don’t think they could help at all in an attack. However, I’m finding out that even omegas can fight, and if trained right, omegas can also bring down a powerful alpha. It is all in the techniques and the manner of the attack. You can’t go head-to-head with someone stronger than you. You must find their weakness and attack the weak spot in order to bring them down.

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.

From a distance a horn sounded, it was deep and resonant, the kind used to signal arrivals at the border. A moment later, a chorus of excited voices rose from the hallway, and that's when I realized that the Alphas have returned. I pressed my back to the kitchen wall, heart hammering. I told myself it didn’t matter, that their return meant nothing to an Omega who had mastered the act of being unseen. But as the sound of boots drew closer to the hallway, and the scent of dominance curled through the air, my wolf surged forward.

Allen froze for a split second as none other than Ordon stood before him. Allen knife was on the floor, and he made a move to scoop it up, but Ordon was quicker, and had his wolf form pointed at his throat before he could reach his weapon. Ordon looked him up and down. "Ah, the Omega boy. My son gift." Allen swallowed, calculating his chances if he tried to disarm Ordon. But there were several Wolf members there with him...and May. Dammit, she was working with them.

This is a travesty!" Elder Garrick Stonehelm stormed, his voice gritted from the battle. He wobbled a shaking finger at Rhea, who stood with the four Alphas. "She is an Omega! She cannot hold this power. It is against the law. Against nature.".

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

"But I am also my mother. I am also the Weaver. I am the Omega. And I am here to claim my mate." Speaking, she created a new, larger wave of energy, a wave of raw, bare power. The aura, a whirling storm of green and incandescent gold, was a material presence, a push that sent them all away. And then, a sound. A sound of a single, pure, perfect note. A sound of a wolf's howl, but one not of rage or pain. A howl of a single, perfect note. It was the Omega Bloodsong.

Just Irene, sitting in the dirt, coaxing flowers to bloom. One of the omegas laughs softly. “The roses like you, Luna. Look — they’re opening.” I blink in surprise. The buds that were closed moments ago now show faint streaks of pink, trembling as if shy. My heart swells. “Maybe they can feel happiness.” “Or maybe,” the omega says, his tone almost reverent, “they know the Goddess’s touch when it returns to the world.”

He fanned and blew at them with his mouth, and in a sudden flint; the flames busted through, glowing blue and red. Then he stood up slowly, and dropped the fan above the fireplace; craning his neck sideways with his back facing me, but his eyes towards me. "You said it yourself you think the Rogues might be Omegas..." he answered. "And you found that invisible map inside a box that alludes to their pack...so if one of them had lost it in battle, that meant whoever he was, he was an Omega…" His last words hit me unexpectedly. Making me pause; freezing to an ice statue. The realization that struck me was fiercer than the lightning that struck outside. And my heart began beating erratically.

He handed me the metal case. It was heavier than it looked. “What is it?” I asked. He nodded at it. “Open it,” he said. “Carefully.” I flipped the tiny latch with my thumb. Inside, nestled in black foam, was another flash drive. This one was matte gray, smaller than Lucien’s, with a subtle serpent‑like line etched along one edge, coiling into an omega symbol. “The serpent eating its tail,” I murmured. “Again.” “Different tail this time,” Jax said. “Omega, not alpha.”