A Dawn Of Onyx Series Novels & Stories

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

7pm after serving everyone dinner. I ensured my mother took her drugs while my siblings went out to play with thier mates in the street. I carefully took out the plastic chairs and tables then arranged them as we normally do then grabbed the broom behind the corner and started cleaning the whole place. I kept coughing and sneezing while cleaning. I was inhaling the dust. Before I was done cleaning, few customers were already seated. I quickly washed my hands and continued with the business of the day. My Mother said I must close the bar and get home by latest 10pm. After attending to the customers, I sat in my mothers chair. The chair makes me feel like a boss and yes I was the boss of the m

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

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.

Then the shadows exploded. Dark energy crashed across the ruins like a storm wave. Warriors screamed as they were thrown backward violently. Several wolves slammed into trees hard enough to crack the bark. The chains holding Damian rattled loudly. Orion cursed under his breath.And then she appeared. Nyx stepped out from the darkness slowly. Her black robes flowed around her like smoke. Silver symbols glowed faintly across her skin, and her silver eyes burned brighter than I had ever seen before. The moment she appeared, every shadow around the ruins bent toward her.

And as they walked into the horizon, hand in hand, a bright future awaited them, filled with love, healing, and the enduring power of friendship. As the sun began to set, casting an ethereal glow over the land, Dawn, the seeress with a gift for divination, received a powerful prophecy. The whispers of the unseen realm revealed to her a startling truth - Sasha, the formidable adversary believed to be vanquished, was not dead. Instead, she had found refuge in the clutches of an even more formidable enemy.

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.

Instead of ending Daxon's life, he grabbed him by the throat and hauled him to his feet like he weighed nothing. "You have ten seconds to start running," Orion said, his voice carrying across the beach with deadly calm that made my blood run cold. "If I ever see you near my sister again, if I even hear rumors that you're in the same state as her, I will finish what we started tonight. And next time, I won't be feeling merciful." He dropped Daxon to the sand where he crumpled like a broken puppet, gasping and wheezing as he tried to get air back into his lungs.

36: Twilight and Dawn Adjusting her eye from the light that comes from the chandelier hanging on the ceiling, Dawn is finally awake. “I’m thankful that you’re awake,” Elene spoke on the side. When Dawn sees her white clothes, she immediately thinks that she’s Olivia's assistant. “What did you do to yourself? You always lose your consciousness because of fatigue.” “W-What?” she asked, not really getting her point and then she realized something. “Did you cut my stomach again?” She then hugged her belly. It’s like she gets paranoid every time she thinks of what happened to her.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.