Romans & histoires A Dawn Of Onyx Series In Order

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

It’s time to make the whole world see that no one is allowed to threaten his queen. Onyx throws a furtive glance at the small army approaching the house he’s just left, nearly growling in frustration when he realizes that his allies are seriously outnumbered. He can only hope that both his queen and the other companions will manage to win. He trusts Thea and Lia to keep his mate safe, so he concentrates on finding the witch.

Alinta cried with tears running down, wincing at the sudden jerk of her hair, quickly silencing her. "Shh, shh, my vixen, let me explore and feel you, I promise I will not go too far," Onyx growled, then kissed the corner of her mouth and grazed his fingernails against the bumps of her ribs. She could feel his hand traveling higher just below her breast. Alinta was becoming lightheaded and started seeing black around her eyes, her body weakened as though it was shutting down from the panic attack.

Pillows were strewn about on a velvet bedding, and a platter lay idle with a knife and chalice. The Oracle sat in the center of the bedding, her legs crossed. She wore a heavy red robe, her face concealed within a deep hood, revealing only darkness. Her hands stayed tucked in her sleeves. Three pillows were laid out in front of the dais, and Ronin took the one in the center, Thaddeus sitting to his left, Lucien to his right. After a moment of silence, deep indigo eyes popped open, shining from within the dark hood of her robe. “Alpha Ashenthorn.” Her voice sounded like a chorus of whispers, sending chills down his spine. “Oh, what turmoil disrupts your soul.”

Without warning, I feel his mouth latch onto my clit, forcing my hands into his hair as my legs shook. “I’m worshipping my mate,” Onyx’s voice growled as he carried me with ease up the stairs. His lips pressed against my inner thighs before moving back to my clit, only to repeat the motion four times before I was tossed backwards onto the bed. I know, because I counted every single time he repeated the pattern, wishing that he’d never stop. The remainder of my panties were shredded, leaving me bare against the soft fabric of James’ duvet. His scent was embedded into the silk, and I wanted to drown in it while Onyx made my body come alive.

Sol collapsed to the ground, his body limp, allowing the Enforcers to take him away. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind. It was over. Completely over. Three days later, the Temple of Judgment delivered its verdict. Sol was stripped of his status as the God of Dawn, demoted to a mortal, and cast into the Well of Reincarnation to suffer through a hundred cycles of rebirth. In every life, he would experience the pain of being betrayed and abandoned until all his sins were atoned for. Overnight, the once high-and-mighty God of Dawn became a mortal about to endure the suffering of reincarnation.

The General of an army of Methogorian warriors, snake headed like humanoids who were more war hungry and tyrannical than the Collective. Somehow while all this was going on Asjuntar had already poisoned the mind and soul of Demonya and stirred the ever-growing chaos within her. What hurt Alicia the most was that she and Demonya had become enemies on that fateful day, the day the war began. A day she had never forgotten, a day that set her and the Chosen on a path that if followed through could result in their end. She was suddenly taken out of her thoughts as her mother slowly took her into a private chamber. On her mother's face was a look full of regret, but through their connection Alicia

People dispersed, suddenly the street became empty and quiet, too empty for this time of a day, and then a tall, broad-shouldered man with black, half-long hair and equally dark eyes stood in front of Nadir. - Nadir, succubus, Lilith's child... I am Nathaniel, Fallen Angel, leader of the Black Rose squad. Samael is sending me. It's time to go home.- he spoke up, giving her a broad smile. - I'm not going back.- Nadir muttered, eyeing him angrily. She couldn't show that was afraid of him. Nathaniel was right beside her in a second and his hand tightened around her throat. - You have to come back, that's where your place is. You are a demon, you cannot live on the surface. Besides, who do you t

30: The Baby is Gone Dawn finally opened her eyes and her senses got back, but Izolda is not with her anymore, she just saw Olivia there examining something but of course she didn't know her. She quietly sat on the bed and placed her on the bed's backrest.