A Dawn Of Onyx Series Novels & Stories

Alpha Prince Orion pov I knew the difference in Onix’s howl and this was not pain , this was joy . As I start to take in what is going on around me Onix becomes silent allowing me to think for a moment . The scent of my mate grew and her small hand that is firmly held in my large hand started to twitch .

Either way, he would be distracted enough with my scent scattered that with any luck I'd get the upper hand. The piercing call of Onyx rippling through the air was the only warning he'd offer. It signalled the start of his hunt so that when he won, because he was always certain he would, no one could contest it. CLAP. Onyx hit a wall of air that Rian created and sent him tumbling down towards the water. 'Don't,' I shifted back to being human and sent through the link to Rian and Sebastian when his beast went to dive for him, 'he's being dramatic.'

“To rise, you must burn. To rule, you must bleed.” Nyx’s POV — Ashborn Path, Second Trial The obsidian mirror loomed ahead of me, tall as a tower, smooth as still water, and twice as cold. My name was carved beneath the reflection in letters too sharp to have been chiseled by hand. NYX LUMINA GRAY Daughter of Flame and Storm Fell before the Second Dawn I stared into it. My reflection stared back—smaller, quieter, afraid. Not the version of me that fought shadow beasts or survived the first Phoenix Trial. This one looked like she was already fading.

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

For the first time, I did not feel the amazement that I usually feel every time I see the dawn of the day. Instead, I was still baffled by the man with golden eyes and tail.

Dravonia. Dixon’s arm tightened fractionally around Nerina’s shoulders, his grip on her hand tightening just enough to feel possessive, his smile never faltering, but his eyes sharpened as the carriage slowed to a stop. Zoe shifted subtly behind them, her posture alert. Nerina’s heart quickened, the warmth of Dixon’s touch suddenly feeling less like affection and more like a claim as the Dravonian seal gleamed coldly in the dying light, a stark reminder of the Lycan’s reach.

Riley was convicted of attempted homicide and sentenced to a lifetime in prison. When we made it to the North Point research station, the sky was lit up by a spectacular aurora that dyed everything it touched in a green hue. Caleb stood beneath the starry sky and offered his hand to me. I didn't hesitate as I stepped forward and took his hand.

He paced the small area around her, his wolf restless beneath his skin, trying to make sense of the incomprehensible. As the first hint of dawn, a faint, bruised light, touched the horizon, two powerful presences cut through the dense magic of the forest. Two scents he knew intimately: Orion and Draven. They moved with the speed and precision of seasoned Alphas, their faces grim, hardened by the grim discovery of the massacred trackers. Their eyes immediately locked onto the carnage, then on Selene, lying terrifyingly still, and finally on a grim-faced Damien, who stood as if guarding a volatile bomb.

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.”

My body felt as if it were on fire. Every nerve ending was pulsing in hot agony. I felt Onyx break the restraints in my mind, making my head pulse with tiny explosions of pain. Then he forced the shift, all within a matter of seconds. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ ‘Later,’ he growled, ‘I have some business to take care of first.’ I knew exactly what business he was referring to. Onyx was a bloodthirsty wolf. He loved the hunt. Loved being on the front lines. But more importantly, he loves to protect.