Ômega Novels & Stories

That’s the worst part—it's like they want me to suffer for something that wasn't even my fault to begin with. I just turned eighteen for Christ sake! I wasn't the one that rejected him, he was the one that rejected me. Why?! Why!? Because I'm apparently, I'm not Luna material. Spoiler alert, I've been omega all my life. How can an omega from birth suddenly be Luna material? Define Luna material! “She’s not even that pretty.” Another girl says and I hear Elara's faint chuckle. “She’s… sweet, I guess," she says, "but the Alpha needs power. Not some soft-hearted little Omega.”

Connor yelled at me. “She…. is…not…dead.. Alpha.” He said amidst the choking. “What?” I released my grip making Luke fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Then what's the bad news?” Connor frowned. Luke stood up from the floor and met my gaze. “She is an Omega, Alpha Ryan.” “What?” “She is an Omega sir,she has lost too much blood and she can't survive.We all know that Omegas are weaker than us on a normal day not to talk of what she has gone through.”

The omega felt hot liquid stream down from his head. He helplessly whispered his mate's name again before he slipped into unconsciousness. The beta didn't even look back. _ _ _ Check inline comment

Hindi lang niya sinasaktan ang Omega; binubura niya ang atomo nito sa bawat pagtama. ​"Impossible!" sigaw ng Omega. "Paano nagkaroon ang isang mortal ng access sa Source Code?!" ​"Dahil ang tatay ko ay isang Wolf," asik ni Liam habang sinasakal ang Omega gamit ang kanyang kamay na nagliliyab sa itim na apoy. "At ang nanay ko ay isang Reyna. At ako? Ako ang magiging katapusan mo."

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members. “Omegas are the backbone of most packs, creating most of our workforce. They thrive on being needed and they really do love their work. But th

I asked. The mage smiled, nodding. "The chosen Omega has awakened, her wolf eager to challenge corrupt leaders." "How powerful is this Omega?" I inquired. The mage smirked. "She's as powerful as ten Alphas combined, with divine gifts to see visions and heal the sick." I was stunned. Such a powerful Omega existed, and I'd never heard of her? Emilia sighed deeply. "Can this Omega see gods and goddesses?" The mage nodded intently. "Give me your hand, Emilia."

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

Hidden, silent, and calculating. There's a lot she needs to do. She needed to find a way to get into the Ember pack without looking suspicious and get close to Karl again, and this time, she wouldn’t make the same mistakes. She wouldn’t beg for his love. She wouldn’t fall to her knees and beg for what she had once believed was her destiny. Instead, she would break him. She was no longer the rejected Omega. She was Rey, a powerful witch reborn to destroy everything and everyone who had wronged her.

she says almost pleading as she kneels down and holds my hands. “What do you mean? Look here, lady, I don't even know who you are. You keep calling me Hera but my name is Carla and I am not a warrior, I am an Omega.” “Enough! Enough of belittling yourself! It seems that you really don't remember, so I will help you. But this is the last time I will be helping you.” she puts her two fingers on my forehead. “Farewell, 'till you find your way to me again!”