Young Omni Man Novels & Stories

He gave me a fatherly look, pity and concern as he told me, "Maybe it's time for you to know." He glanced at Rana and stared at me again. "I'm Omen, I'm Rana's older brother. I'm one of your father's confidants." I'm not in the condition to give him nice-to-meet-you greetings so I just show it by a simple nod and stare. He understood my gesture so he decided to go on, "Knowing that Alpha Ross and Prince Travis are cousins, your father didn't dare to approach him. They are family, you and them are just friends."

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”

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Even though Rene shares no love lust with his brothers, seeing Aston die so cruelly had shaken up something within him, the crawling web of petrification so deeply woven in his chest. This pregnancy has saved him from being skinned alive or burnt like the rest of them. Rene certainly did not expect the heartless barbarian to care about a child who may turn out to be a useless omega like himself. Rene jerks up, startled when the tent flaps open, and several people enter, crowding the room. Their clothing attire instantly tells him that they are servants from the Dahome tribe. "Be at ease; Lyrien has ordered us to clean you up; my name is Kai," The young male, who is about Rene's age, smiles g

Kyan stated and Hazel stared at him with astonishment. "Tell me about the history of the Omari. How did Omari come into existence?" She asked. "Several decades ago, when the earth was dominated by men who mistreated women and kept them in the dark, Omari, a brave woman from the Eastern tribe, decided to fight for her happiness and that of every other woman. When she confronted the leader of the Eastern tribe, she was punished severely. She was locked up in the dungeon, starved of food and water for twenty eight days. During that period, an army of otherworlders possessed by dark spirits, attacked the Eastern tribe.