Young Omni Man Novels & Stories

As Leo said those words, a scene as terrifying as ever unfolded before me, Leo moved his hands, cackling as he pointed at one of the revolting men. The man levitated before us all, he kicked and struggled but the invincible hold Leo had was stronger and as Leo curled his fingers, the man's flesh began to deteriorate. "I am a mere omega." Leo began to speak, blood oozed from the man, "A lowly one, a mere one, but I can do this!" The man's bones were visible now, "And this!" Those bones fell to the ground turning to ash, "Does anyone have any other thing to say?!"

I had no one to talk to and worst of all, he became our Alpha King last month after he turned twenty-one and introduced Anna as his chosen mate. I had been forced to attend the ceremony and watch my mate pick someone else. Even though some person's in the pack were against the idea of an Omega becoming their Luna, they could not say anything for fear of offending Paul, who was known to be wicked, but still, my heart yearns for him

Still, they slid through. “Katie…” I staggered toward a glimmer in the trees—a pond, frozen clear. I fell to my knees at its edge. But the reflection wasn’t mine. Eyes burning crimson. A smile—cruel and tender all at once. His voice trembled through the ice: “You are enough, my little omega. More than enough. Always and forever.” My breath hitched. I pressed my hand against the surface. “Please—don’t leave me again, please! Vl—”

I knew she had the answers I was looking for so much. "Stella," she said, her voice echoing through space. "You are more than just a human. You are an Omega, a special creature with a crucial role beyond the border." My heart accelerated even more when I heard these words. I felt the weight of responsibility on my shoulders and, at the same time, a sense of excitement and being able to grow inside me. I knew my life was about to change forever. The enigmatic figure continued to speak, revealing the hidden history of the beyond the border and the role of the Omegas. She explained that Omegas were rare and precious beings, endowed with a deep connection with nature and the ability to bring bal

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

He was likely with Selene, toasting to their "victory." They had no idea what they’d just unleashed. I didn't save Lyra out of charity. I wasn't a savior. I was a predator just like them. But when I saw her in that alley—broken, bleeding, yet still trying to crawl away, I felt it. A pulse. Not a heartbeat, something else. Something ancient. Most omegas were static. They were soft, pliable, and designed to blend into the background. Lyra wasn't static. Even when she was weak, the air around her hummed with potential.

“We both know that’s because she doesn’t have her wolf. She’s not like every other werewolf.” My fingers clicked a sound. “Exactly my point.” “But you’re not even giving me a chance with her despite knowing she’s my mate.” “How so? I never stopped or prohibited you from seeing her or bonding with her.” “Is this the smart Alpha talking, or dumbass Thor?” he questioned. “We both know for weak Omega’s like her who doesn’t have their wolves, they naturally latch onto the very strong bond they have access to. They’re just like infants wanting their mother around every chance they have. As long as that strong bond is there, consistent and protective, they mostly can’t let go unless they’re dispell

I opened my eyes, and there he was – Maverick, his strong hands gently patted and rubbed my back as I writhed in agony. "Maverick," I cried from desperation. "It hurts, it hurts so much! Please, don't leave me!" "Shhh, I'm here," he soothed in a low and reassuring tone . "You can do this, Nora. I know it's painful, but you have to keep trying." My body convulsed as it tried to shift, only to snap back to human form, and I let out a strangled sob. "I can't, I can't! I'm a weak omega, unworthy of being your Luna."

He needs to see the world, experience life a little before letting someone else into his life, and talk more about having a kid. “What if I want that?” He peered up at me, golden eyes, looking so beautiful and cute, I wanted to reach over and pinch his cheeks, but I could, not when we were having such an important conversation, one that needed me to address some things. “It's not uncommon for Omegas to have their first child at 18. Most I know are even —”

“The kings camps, he's preparing to launch his first attack on the humans” That much I know. He's been gearing to all year. But why are the omegas gone. I ask him. “Garron, happened” “His change?” “Yes, he practically came back from the dead with the power of an Alpha, promising us all the same chance if we went with him to the camps.” “How many have gone?” “Almost all of us. It wasn't much at first. But the ones that followed him that day came back as Alphas and Betas and soon the others followed. Only the old remain now”