A Dawn Of Onyx Book 2 Novels & Stories

Chapter 28 I could feel Dorian watching me. His stare was piercing, scrutinising every movement, every flare of emotion across my face. He was unwinding, and I had just given him the final thread to pull. The dawn light put a cool glare across our bedroom. The covers were twisted from the night before—his desire, my control. Dorian hadn’t slept. He perched on the side of the bed, his fists steepled beneath his chin, his fingers burrowing into his skin. I stood near the vanity, brushing my hair with slow, methodical strokes. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know his eyes were on me. The stillness between us was dense, weighted with something unspoken.

Orion. I swerved around and raised the book in my hand. “Orion?” I glanced at Owen, then at the book. “Like, the same Orion??” Peeling the front cover and a few after that, a vibrant picture Orion sat on it. I gasped and the book fell from my hand. Owen said nothing, but kept his gaze on me. Are you kidding me?! “I tore the lycan king with my claws?!” I shrieked with eyes wide open. “How- why… jeez..” having no ability to form words, I settled on just blinking. My blue eyes rested on the book on the floor showing his face.

Ferrah Onyx was injured and there was nothing I could do. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. The huge black wolf’s muzzle was matted in blood and I could see a crimson pool spreading around Onyx. If I could just get to him, I knew that I could save him. Soxor wouldn’t allow it, though. His hold on me was like a vice. All I could do was watch what was unfolding in front of me. Onyx’s golden eyes locked with mine. I could feel tears streaming down my face. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

It felt comforting to reconnect with someone who was supportive. As evening began to paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, Onyx grew quiet, his gaze lingering on me with a mix of fondness and longing. He tentatively reached out, his hand inching closer, but I raised mine gently, creating a barrier between us. “Onyx,” I murmured softly, meeting his eyes with a silent warning, “you can’t get too close. If Zavier senses your scent on me... it’ll only cause more complications for both of us.”

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Onyx The next morning was glorifying with the warmth of the sun falling over the freshly settled white snow on the ground. The sparkling snow shined like a diamond. All the animals were in hibernation and the environment outside the pack house was quieter than usual. I was indulged in the book given by the elf, last night in the library. There were too many things written in the book but nothing about defeating magical powers. “Damn!!” I cursed. “Relax, Onyx! Why were you so troubled?” Fiarra approached with a cup filled of hot chocolate and offered me.

Diane Dawn is a betrayal. It doesn't bring light, only shades of gray, detailing with cruel precision the scene of my imprisonment: the cold gilding, the luxurious fabrics that smother, the slumbering silhouette of the monster in his armchair. His breathing is steady, deep. A light snore, almost human, escapes his lips. This normalcy is the worst insult.

Seraphina’s Perspective Is he seriously asking me to remove my shirt… in front of everyone? My breath hitched as I stood there frozen, trying to understand the rage burning in Zach’s eyes. No, not Zach—Onyx. His wolf was in control now. Those glowing hazel eyes weren’t soft or human. They were wild, bloodthirsty, and possessive. And they were glaring at me like I was still marked by the enemy. I looked down at myself. It’s not like I had anything to hide. My body was fully covered in white bandages. The medics had wrapped me up to stop the bleeding and protect the open wounds. Even if I took off this shirt—Damien’s shirt, I wouldn’t be naked. But still… something about the way Onyx demanded

Xenia proceeded, then she faced the bars, and with a flash of her eyes, the iron doors blast opened and Onyx didn't waste any time and scampered down the foyer of the pack vaults, passing cell after cell filled with prisoners that unfurled their hands towards her for help, finally, she arrived at her destination and hastily broke into the cell. "Roxanne!" Onyx blat, rushing toward the mindless form of the three girls shackled and back rested against the wall. She hunched and placed her fingers on Roxanne's neck, feeling her throb but the she-wolf stirred awake and eyed aghast at the Omega.

Dim candlelight brightens the space and gives off a sweet scent. Pomona waves us into the room before fluttering off. I walk through the threshold and my feet sink into the moss-covered floor. Vega pushes past me bouncing into the room. She sniffs and hops around before settling on a couch. I laugh as the little dragon prances around the couch trying to get comfortable. Pulling my attention away from Vega I look around the room one last time. I throw my satchel onto the floor. Walking to the balcony I peer out at the moonlit garden below.