Young Omni Man Novels & Stories

They stopped the hug hearing the door open. “Sybil are you in here?” They looked over and saw Omniel standing there. She was wearing her black Xa-crit. It was a bit different than the adults. Hers more like a dress, the adult females would be wearing a wrap around their chest that tied in the back and was strapless. Then a kind of skirt with the sheer fabric, it wrapped around their hips tying on the side with a thin strap of fabric. The skirt for the adults came to their knees and had a lot of tendrils. It showed their bodies very well. The men would wear very loose pants, the material was designed to rip or come off easily when they shifted for the run.

Shiena glanced at Orion once again and she told the man in front of her about the strange young man that we help. "He was an Omega so he was... so fragile and weak. Felix and the other pack warriors saw him outside of the east part of Dark Moon, lying on the floor and unconscious. When I checked him, I'm so... shock to see his body. His body was so thin, pale, small and he had so many wounds and bruises. There were dry wounds, there were new ones and the worst thing I saw was the big bruise on his back." "I didn't expect that with the small body he has, he will receive the kinds of wounds and bruises from whoever he is with or whoever... owns him." silence prevailed between all of us after S

In the blink of an eye, three months passed. Three months later, a living being showed up at the top of Mount Stoyan. It was a man around the age of forty. He appeared rough. His bare upper body was covered in black hair, making him look like a gorilla. Upon seeing the man, Byron frowned. The man was a wicked powerhouse. In the past, he killed so many people that several ancient Orthodox feared him. When the rough-looking man appeared, he shouted, “I have several incomplete inscriptions.” James glanced at the man. Under the man’s muscular body, James sensed an explosive power. He sensed that the man was at the peak of the Chaos Omnia Rank.

"Here it is. We accelerate the launch of Project Omni. We automate the logistics hub in Berlin. We show the market that we don't need the forty-seven people who left, because we have built a system that makes them obsolete." "That's impossible," Julian said. "Omni is months away from beta." "It was," Liam said. "Now it's days away." "Who is going to launch it?" Elena asked. "You?" "No," Liam said. "The architect of the system." "And who is that?" Liam looked at the door. He thought about the boy in the glass office downstairs. The boy who had built a fortress out of code. "We'll have the lead developer present the strategy," Liam said. "Tomorrow morning. 9:00 AM."

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.

The omega had a body that turned him on even though he was a boy. No one prevented him from touching it, and he enjoyed touching it, a lot, too much. To the point that there were times when he just wanted to be doing it for hours on end, even after he had sex with any of his lovers. After all he was a man without commitment, but in recent times and since Dominic had stabilized with his omega, the one who would later corner him and get every last word out of him, something inside him was changing.

Turning to look at the stranger who held an empty coffee cup in his hands she spoke rather too loudly . "Did they never teach you to watch the road well to avoid bumping into little kids and ruining their uniforms?" She scolded him,the stranger who happened to be Dominco couldn't respond as he was in shock of the realization that the omega he couldn't get out of his head all these years was standing right in front of him spewing nonsense from her mouth while defending a kid and worst of all she didn't even recognize him. Nora feeling like the man wasn't listening moved closer to him poking him on his chest

I softly chuckle as a young boy, probably only around 16 with bright red hair, scurries through the crowd while he waves his hands frantically above his head, trying to get our attention. The gathering has been a mix of good things along with a sprinkle of a few bad things and people just to keep us guessing. Not surprisingly, several packs have completely ignored us, because of the pack’s dislike and belief that omegas are a terrible mistake the Moon Goddess needs to resolve quickly. However, I’m rather proud to say most of the participants have been either neutral or even positive when finding out about omegas. Many even thought omegas were only a tale from the past.

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."

"Apparently he was trying to sneak in and startled her, but we all know the truth. She got tired of him. The same way she'll tire of you." I can't help but steal a glance at Deoné, feeling like a true idiot for having bought her story. Wenton adds, "She's an Omega-hater just like us. I think she was trying to lure you in to get rid of you, though. Is that right, Deo? Did we ruin your plans? Sorry about that! Then again, I don't think your pet truly understood what we meant. Omegas seem to have problems with communication." "Must be their small brains," the dark-haired male jokes.