Yuri Omegaverse Novels & Stories

The mating ceremony was a dream come true for all the women and men in the pack, for all were given their desired mates. I am from the Crescent Moon Pack. They were one of the most prestigious packs in the city of Oceania. The crescent moon pack is highly respected throughout Oceania due to their terrifying strength and ability to take over their prey and predators with their ferocious attacks and techniques. They are currently the strongest and most-feared pack. No one dares to harm anyone from the crescent moon pack and gets away with it. They were well known in the whole of Oceania and also the most populated. Their manpower was significant and well distributed, which led to the very firs

She growled, the veins on the side of her neck popping out. Then I noticed a mark on her neck. A quarter moon shape. It was familiar because– I had one too. It was the marks given to Omega at birth, to distinguish them from the rest. Hers was barely visible, it seemed she covered it with make up powder. “You are– you are an Omega.”

Hi, bubble butts. Welcome to The Submission Saga. I’m so excited to write for y'all again. Before we proceed with the chapters, I've got a few things to say. This time, we’re in for a collection of 9 books, 9 lovable and intense characters all inside this Omegaverse series. Truth be told, I’m low-key trembling, but don’t worry… your author will survive. Since this is going to be a long ride, we need to make the journey fun and worth it. Because of that, I’ve come up with a few extra things we might do along the way.

And the last place on earth Ravael Steele should be. Dark hockey omegaverse romance | Enemies to obsession | Hidden identity | Possessive alpha | He falls first and has no idea what is happening to him

Zeph’s stomach twisted further. With her arms crossed, Camille grinned as she watched Ryker come closer. "This is your lesson for attempting to get him back," she purred, cocking her head. Her voice dripping with hatred, she drew closer. "You will always be the cursed omega, regardless of how much power you have." You are so very wrong, Camille. Zeph wanted to respond, but the gag muffled everything. “Save whatever you want to say. You will need it soon enough.”

The story is set in an omegaverse universe with a contemporary setting. Omegaverse means the population of the world is divided into three species. I. Alpha II. Beta III. Omega The three species hold two more divisions, dominant and recessive. Dominants are the rarest and most desired in each species.

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”

“But I can’t seem to hate you…you’re annoying and persistent but you don’t seem like a liar…” “Not like I care about you bashing my character, but I have to ask…Where are you going with this?. He exhales. “Just do whatever it is you want, but make sure it doesn’t hurt Miyamura…”. His tone goes cold. “You’re not allowed to hurt him anymore, Yukimura Rei”. Her gaze lingers on the families across playing with their children— it almost feels like she’s ignoring his warning until she speaks. “So, omegas really change when they like a person…they change so much that even the paranoid ones learn to evolve”. She turns to him, lips curved into a wry smile. “That dominant idiot will never deserve you,

Kira’s howl rose through him and he let it come, let it fill the space behind his ribs, let it take everything the grief had opened up and turn it into something that moved in one direction only. “You don’t know what I am.” His voice came out fractured and enormous simultaneously, filling the temple without rising to a shout. “I am an Omega. The last of the most powerful bloodline this world has ever produced.” The white returned to his eyes and kept going, silver light bleeding through the cracks in the floor around his feet. “And what I give you tonight will follow your souls past death.” He raised his foot and brought it down. The floor split open in every direction from the point of impa

The last piece of the puzzle, the ending sonata, the rising fall; the fourth, the fifth, the thorned rose and the beautiful ugliness of it all. In one person, and one person alone. Yet now she was unwell... And it would sound plausible to consider that sickness ran in the family roots, but no. Every problem she has ever faced was always external… Not her fault or will. Not her intention. Either beyond her own control or just others' mistakes pinned on her. But that's why she was who she was of course… A cursed one… An Omega... A member of a people who constantly suffer nothing but conflicts and wars and pestilence and famine in an unhinged continuity, and bargain with winter in almost every