Young Omni Man Novels & Stories

Ryn inquired. "Seriously?" The man exhaled heavily. "Fine, if that's what you want. Let us begin with introductions. My name is Lance Morgan. The most charming Omega in the Freemega pack. You satisfied?" He went on with two lifted brows. Unfortunately, that response did not help Ryn comprehend the problem. What the man had said had perplexed her even more. "Omega? A pack? Are you referring to werewolves?" Ryn bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

Orion’s muscles clenched underneath his shirt. He arched both his brows, silently asking me to keep talking. “I am not Raya. My name is Sameen, and I was killed by a child and a jealous beta,” I revealed. “And I somehow miraculously woke up in this body. I’m glad to be away from them, but one thing still lingers in my heart, wanting me to return to their pack.” His brows knitted into a deep frown of confusion as he eyed me from over his thick and long lashes.

"In front of each of you, there is a sheet and a brush. You will outline the most appropriate course of action for the given problem. The participant with the best response will win this round." "Does that peasant even have the ability to read or write?" a brunette, dressed in layers of elegant tulle, whispered to her friend, who giggled and cast glances at Hailey. Hailey wasn't offended. Why would she be? Such remarks had been commonplace throughout her life. It was a widespread belief that Omegas were incapable of understanding even basic concepts. As Luna Renesme began to read the question from the scroll, Hailey picked up the brush and dipped it into the inkpot.

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."

Small, hooded, moving with an otherworldly grace. "And who are you?" the Chief Elder demanded. The figure pulled back their hood, revealing a child of about five years old with features that were hauntingly familiar. Ivy's eyes, Dominic's jawline, but with skin that seemed to shimmer between solid and translucent. "I'm the proof," the child said in a voice that echoed strangely. "I'm Project Omega. And I'm their fourth child." Ivy's legs gave out. Dominic caught her, but he was staring at the child with shock and horror and desperate hope.

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

"We may not be able to save the pack from war, but you can save it from destruction." A look of confusion appeared on Vione's face. "Me?" She shook her head with difficulty. "I don't know your life in the future, but you must understand something." She bit her lower lip before continuing. "I am an Omega. I'm just an Omega without powers. I can't possibly be the savior of the pack. I—"

Scarlet leaned closer to the mirror, noticing something familiar about the smaller male, and her eyes widened as she realized, instantly she turned and pulled the man forcefully away by his clothes, shielding the other male who hid behind her back. The man smirked, annoyed at the thought of being interrupted from his fun. "And who are you, do you want to enjoy the fun cute?" He licked his lips lustfully as he took in Scarlet's body. Scarlet cringed with disgust "You are so disgusting, forcing yourself on a helpless Omega!" she exclaimed, shielding the poor boy. Compared to female Omegas, male Omegas were the weakest and would give into anyone that tried to have their way with them but male O

I would have refused because I’m stubborn, but I didn’t want to be naked in front of him any longer. For some reason, I can’t mind-link my pack, my parents, nor my triplet counterparts. My brothers will be going out of their minds with worry. They’ve never been able to deal with me being too far away from them for long periods. No one knows why, and no one can explain it, though it may have something to do with me being their Omerian Alpha. An Omerian is the most powerful female Alpha alive; they’re also incredibly rare. Though my brothers were born Romerian, the male equivalent of an Omerian and should be able to handle things without me, I am the superior Alpha, and they follow me blindly.