The Omega: Mated To The Four
Long ago, the Shadow Weaver was once a devout follower of the Moh Goddess, known by a different name in those ancient times. as lunatis. Lumaris was the most loyal of the benevolent spirits that saved alongside the moon goodness. It was there when the moon goddess gave her devote human worshipers the gift of shape gifting into her most graceful creations wolves
However, jealousy and ambition consumed its heart as it craved pove beyond what the goddess offered. In its relentless pursuit of dominance, it delved into forbidden dark magic, seeking to usurp the Moon Goddess’s authority over the night sky.
But the Moon Goddess, ever benevolent and wise, foresaw the Shadey Weaver’s treachery and cast it out from her divine realm. banishing it to the depths of the dark, forgotten corners of the world Enraged by this rejection and consumed by bitterness, the entity swore vengeance upon the Moon Goddess and all who worshipped her.
Fuelled by its boundless hatred and desire for revenge, the Shadow Weaver twisted its once–pure magic into a corrupt force, turning the moon’s gentle light into a tool of destruction. From that moment on, it became the sworn enemy of the Moon Goddess, seeking to extinguish her radiance and plunge the world into perpetual darkness.
In its quest for revenge, the Shadow Weaver bestowed a dark gift upon mortal witches, granting them the ability to harness the power of shapeshifting under the full moon’s influence.
With this newfound power, the witches became slaves to the Shadow Weaver’s will, using their abilities to further its malevolent agenda and sow chaos throughout the land.
Under the Shadow Weaver’s influence, the witches twisted the natural order of the Moon Goddess’s creation, transforming themselves into monstrous werewolves every full moon.
The monstrous werewolves, cursed by the dark magic of the Shadow Weaver, were twisted amalgamations of human and beast, their forms distorted by the corrupt influence of the malevolent entity. Under the light of the full moon, their once–human features contorted into grotesque shapes, their bodies elongating and bulging with muscle, fur sprouting from every inch of their skin. They
were known as the Umbrakins.
They left death and darkness in their path attacking the wolf packs and killing a number of werewolves. Saddened by the death of her loyal worshipers, the Goddess set out to destroy the shadow weaver once and for all.
As the final battle between the Moon Goddess and the Shadow Weaver reached its climax, the celestial heavens trembled with the ferocity of their conflict. With each clash of their powers, the very fabric of reality threatened to unravel, and the fate of the world hung in the balance.
In a burst of blinding light, the Moon Goddess unleashed her divine wrath upon her ancient enemy, banishing the Shadow Weaver and sealing it away with a moon keystone in the darkest depths of a mountain. The weight of the mountain being the very force that holds it down. But victory came at a cost, for in the final moments of the battle, the Shadow Weaver struck a devastating blow against the Moon Goddess, shattering her physical form and scattering her essence across the night sky and placed a curse on all werewolves taking away their ability to shift during a full moon.
Though wounded and weakened, the Moon Goddess’s spirit endured, her fragmented consciousness scattered among the realms, a faint glimmer of her divine presence remaining to watch over the world she had created. To ensure that the Shadow Weaver is never released again. She entrusted the moon keystone to a lowly omega who was the last surviving omega of her pack after it was attacked by the umbrakins. With the keystone she gave the omega the lunar veil, it gave the omega the ability to communicate with celestial beings, and an innate connection to the Moon Keystone.
The omega would protect the keystone using its power to protect against the umbrakins on every full moon. The Moon keystone absorbed the essence of the full moon and distributed it throughout their pack, giving them strength and giving them the ability to shift despite the curse of the Shadow weaver.
The omega would go on to pass this task given to them to their descendants and they became known as the “Silvermoon line“.
The Omega: Mated To The Four
But the shadow weaver even though imprisoned was not done spreading its influence to the remaining of its followers. Make sure to target the Silvermoon lineage.
The Moon keystone the disappeared and the Silvermoon line was ended in a tragedy that wiped out the entire bloodline after an attack by the Umbrakins.
With the disappearance of the Silvermoon Lineage the Alphas reached out to white witches, whose magic was the only thing that could defeat the umbrakins during the full moon when werewolves can’t shift. Together they founded the Umbral Society it protected the remaining werewolves from the umbrakins down to this day. But what we really need is the Keystone. This artifact was said to hold the power to seal away the Shadow Weaver’s influence and banish the Umbrakins.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling heavily in my chest. “What happened to it?”
“The Keystone was entrusted to the Silver Wolves, your ancestors,” ra said, her voice heavy with emotion.
“Why do we need it I mean it’s not like the unbrakins will ever attack again besides they haven’t for a hundred years now“, Mariah
said.
Before I could process her words, the Alpha spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
“Mariah is right. The Umbrakins haven’t been seen since that final attack a century ago,” he said, his expression grim.
Eira turned to him, her gaze sharp. “There was an attack, not long ago. Classified information not released to the wider werewolf communities. Half a pack in a remote village in Europe was massacred. The Umbrakins left no survivors.”
Gasps filled the room, the gravity of her revelation sending a chill through the air.
“Why wasn’t this reported to us?” Elijah asked, his tone edged with anger.
“The Umbral Society chose to keep it quiet,” Eira explained. “We didn’t want to cause panic without understanding the full scope of the situation. But now, with Stormi’s existence confirmed, we know there’s hope.”
I shook my head, a wave of frustration washing over me. “I don’t even know where this Keystone is. How am I supposed to find it?”
Eira smiled gently, her eyes filled with a strange kind of certainty.
“You don’t need to know, child. The location was passed to you the day you were born. It’s in your blood, your very essence. You
simply need to learn how to access it.”
Her words sent a jolt through me. How could I possibly have such knowledge without realizing it?
“What if I can’t?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“You can,” Eira said firmly. “You’re stronger than you realize, Stormi. Trust yourself, and trust your wolf. Together, you’ll find the
way.”
As Eira stood to leave, she turned back to me, her expression kind but resolute.
“I’ll report back to the Umbral Society and return with more guidance before The Lunar Redemption Day,” she said. “This is only the beginning of your journey, Stormi. Be brave.”
With that, she was gone, leaving a silence that seemed to echo through the room. And a shimmer where she stood.
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mind racing. How could I possibly be the answer to all of this? The idea was overwhelming, and I
I sank back into the couch, myponsibility. The plan from the very beginning was simple graduate from high school and Mariah
wasn’t sure I was ready for the
and I leave this place.
“You’re not doing this alone,” Elijah said, his tone firm.
“You’ll have us,” Austin added, his usually playful demeanor replaced with sincerity.
I scowled, crossing my arms. “I don’t need your help.”
Isaiah smirked. “You’re stuck with us, little mate. Whether you like it or not.”
I glared at him, my wolf stirring in annoyance, “I don’t like it. And don’t want any of you involved.”
“We’ll see about that,” Elijah said, a note of finality in his voice,
As the conversation shifted and the others began to discuss about what we just heard, my mind wandered back to Eira’s words.
Where had I come from? How had I survived when the rest of my kind had perished? And what was this mysterious bond that tied me to the four boys who had spent most of their lives making me miserable?
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