A Dawn Of Onyx Series Novels & Stories

"What would that be, alpha?" "Onyx is the strongest on a full moon, and that is the only time he shifts. Whenever a full moon cycle comes around, I want you to slip the potion into my system. Prevent him from waking and shifting. He's killing too many. Taking lives that deserve to live. We must prevent him from carrying on." "He needs their souls, Damian. Otherwise, he will feed from yours, and you will forever be imbedded inside of him." "That would be the lesser of two evils."

I was shook back to reality when Davina's yell halted, and in a fucking flash she sped out of the room. Fuck she doesn't have a protection ring yet and she still haven't fed. I called at her about to go after her when Rhona handed something to me. It was an Onyx ring, heavily spelled by the witches to protect vampires from the sun's cruel effect. I went after her and luckily I caught up to her in the woods, she was screaming in pains but I wasn't sure if it was from the sun's harshness or the pain we both felt from what we just heard. Although, I knew it was from both.

*** Onyx was at the back of the group, sitting on his throne as he and his children stayed at the edge of the field, watching the war. He suddenly let out a laugh, clapping his hands, when a wolf sailed over their heads, hitting a nearby tree with a crack. "Fools, fighting my war, just doing my dirty work. But once this is over, it will just be us." He smiled at his children. Erick and Ruko didn't return his smile as Dorian did. A red hair vampire charged at Dorian with full speed, she simply reach out a hand snapping her neck. Onyx laughed again, but as soon as the vampire fell to the ground, she got back up.

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

Liana was compelled to obey the Beta lady for her brother’s sake, leaving me alone in this world. I kept waiting for the coffee to burn my face, but nothing happened for half a day. Then suddenly, the strong scent of patchouli rejuvenated my half-dead soul. Onyx woke up from her deep slumber at the spot and howled happily. “Mate!”

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.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

Dawn came cold and grey with a smell in the air that said the snow was finally going to fall, maybe today, maybe tonight, but soon enough that you could feel it pressing down from the sky that hadn’t quite decided to let it go yet. Nyx woke before the sun rose and lay in the dark of the room she’d been given, separate from Theron’s but connected by a door that stayed closed because they weren’t marked yet and tradition still mattered even when you were about to break half of it. She could hear the city waking up beyond the window, early risers and merchants and guards changing shifts, all the ordinary sounds of a city that was about to witness something very not ordinary.

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”

I started to laugh, and I saw the Dalaketnons look at me with both wonder and annoyance. "That was rather easy, huh?" I whispered with a smile on my face. "What was easy?" inquired the furious fake Maura. "Making you talk," I snickered. "Now!" I signaled. The moment Noah fell and Lowan's cards were stolen, I already came up with a plan. During all the battery, I was relaying my tactics to the boys telepathically. Noah and Lowan de-souled in an instant and the three of us jumped high. Lowan and I pushed Noah downward and he plunged his gigantic broadsword to the ground cracking it. The ground shook and the five imitations trembled and fell. Lowan and I landed safely, I raised my bracelet chan