A Dawn Of Onyx Hardcover Novels & Stories

[Dawn] “Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

As he stood outside the crown princess' drawing room and his eyes watched her crying quietly, a wicked smile made it's way to his lips, he understood everything now. Crossing paths with the mother and now, meeting the daughter crying made Onyx realize something— He could never find a better opportunity than this. With a devious smile, he stepped into the room with a small knock. Xylah's head snapped towards the entrance as another smile crawled up his lips. "Wel, hello there.. your Highness"

I just lay back and stared at the ceiling, hoping I'd drawn the way I had drowned in the bathtub but this time, longer than I had drowned before. But I fell asleep. I was awoken by something warm against my skin and when I opened my eyes, I found Onyx peppering kisses down my bare shoulders. I flinched but he had me in chokehold. I wasn't expecting him to be here. "What are you doing here, Onyx?" I asked in a whisper. "Spending time with my Luna," He said as he raised his head for a moment before returning to kiss me on my neck. I felt shivers run down my spine and a sensation of ecstasy as he kept on kissing my neck.

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

A fire burned low in the hearth, casting orange light on the room’s polished surfaces. Behind a massive onyx desk sat Damien Thorne. He didn’t look up immediately. He was writing in a leather-bound journal, sleeves rolled to the elbows. His forearms were strong, dusted with dark hair, a silver watch catching the firelight. There was something coiled about him—refined, but dangerous. Velvet over steel. When he finally lifted his gaze, their eyes locked. Something flickered. Not recognition. Not attraction. Something far more dangerous. “You’re late.”

Sending it to his inbox felt like drawing a line, but lines blurred so easily in this world. Dawn crept in as she gathered her things, the Oval Office her next stop for final tweaks. The halls were stirring—Secret Service agents nodding as she passed, the Resolute Desk waiting like a sentinel in the Oval's heart. She slipped in quietly, the room empty save for the flags and portraits watching eternally. Spreading her notes on the desk, she paced, murmuring lines aloud, the wood's polished surface gleaming under the morning light filtering through heavy drapes.

Even if he had bought a new one, it would only be a replacement—it would no longer be the same book. She understood this truth, and he should have understood it even more. The two spent the night in silence. Over the next few days, perhaps out of guilt, Andres canceled all his work and stayed glued to Camellia's side. One day, he accompanied her to restore artifacts, buying a few antique treasures worth millions. The next day, he took her shopping and bought her an entire collection of the season's limited-edition items. The day after, he somehow got his hands on a pink Rolls-Royce Cullinan, parking it dramatically at the entrance of Eterna Haven in the city center as a grand gesture of love

Moon’s ours—hunt with me. Cora’s voice cut through, amulet glowing faintly, eyes piercing. “It’s no wolf, children. Old blood, deep earth—find its heart, or it hunts you.” Mist whispered, grim. Shadows rise, my heart—bind them. The clearing hummed—mugs clinked, blades sharpened, firepit crackled, embers swirling like warnings. Lupines swayed, pines whispered, moonlight fading, dawn looming. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her vow. Zane was dust, but a new shadow stirred—iron, frost, hunger. The Dawn Pack would hunt, their fire and steel a spark against the dark, their howl a challenge under a sky poised for war.

The dawn broke over the Onyxclaw estate in a wash of pale, bruised violet, offering a fleeting illusion of peace. I was walking the eastern battlements with Ronan, my heavy fur cloak pulled tightly around my shoulders against the biting mountain frost. For the first time since the siege, we had managed to steal a quiet, undisturbed hour. We were leaning against the freezing stone parapet, watching the sun slowly illuminate the sprawling, snow-covered valleys of the northern territory.