Are Violet And Xaden Together In Onyx Storm นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He had to obtain them. "Yes, we’ll head deeper. I need both the Phoenix Tree and the Prism Stone," Adrian said resolutely. The Violet Rain Bird said nothing more. Its body suddenly expanded, growing to an immense size. Adrian and Tyron leaped onto its back, ready for whatever lay ahead. Rumble! Terrifying vibrations erupted in the distance. With a mighty flap of its wings, the Violet Rain Bird soared forward, its power snapping the towering trees around them like twigs. The strength of a pinnacle Divine Stage beast was truly awe-inspiring.

Blythe stiffened, her fingers curling on the armrest of her chair. Across the table, Xavier—now cleaned and cloaked in black—met Vito's gaze without blinking. Vito smiled faintly. "A crown has been kissed by shadow. And I intend to name the storm before it names itself." He turned. His eyes swept the room. First… to Blythe. Then… to Xavier. Silence. Then he said, "Tomorrow, we will bring it into the light." A raven screeched somewhere beyond the tower.

"Just take care of Sapphire and Phoebe. Xenia and Nordika are a few cells away from here," Roxanne didn't complain further and Onyx trotted out of the enclosure and out of the vaults of Black Fur Pack and promptly, Onyx was circled with those demon-like figures. Her hands clutched into fists angrily. "I don't have time for this," she uttered and with that, she charged and they also plunge in.

Her violet eyes burned brighter as power gathered. “I am more than you will ever be.” She raised her hand toward the sky and the night answered. Lightning split the heavens—silver laced with violet—tearing across the sky in violent arcs as thunder cracked overhead and the storm bent to her will. A scream ripped from her throat—raw, unleashed—as she drove both hands forward. Violet surged. Lightning followed. Both slammed into Draevyn at once, a collision of power that tore into him from every direction. He wailed—not in anger.

“The history of Xenia isn't hard to guess. She was a weak god, her power can easily be manipulated to fit any craft.” Poison snatched Violet's hands and held it, his smouldering greens melting into her Violet's one. “If you, the holder of your this energy can't control it, what will happen when you attempt to consume energy outside of you!” Violet attempted to pull her hand away but Poison held it against his chest, keeping it there. “Inhale!” Violet frowned but when she saw that Poison closed his eyes, she closed her eyes too, inhaling. Her heightened senses immediately perceived the movement of his heart beat.

The old mage quickly got to work, dropping a portmanteau I hadn't noticed before and drawing out even more dubious items from it. “Do it Kanamere. Garrick, check how far he’s come. Do your best to hold him off until I'm done. Use all of the weapons in our vampire control kit. After I get the power of the mate bond, Dymon and I can… talk.” It was the. I begun to understand what Xaden needed a mate for and what he meant to do. I struggled even more, kicking fiercely, screaming my lungs out. I didn't see the blow to the side of my face until it was too late.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

Slamming into the opposite wall with a deafening crash that shook the floor beneath my chair. Vane froze. The cane hovered inches from my face. Dust swirled in the doorway. Through the haze, black armor emerged. Not the tactical mesh of the Vanguard, nor the chrome of House Vane. This armor was void-black. Absorbing the light. Carved with the seal of the Crescent Moon. The Onyx Guard. Two of them stepped into the room. Silent as death. They held energy pikes that hummed with a lethal violet frequency. Vane lowered the cane. His face drained of all color. "I... I was just securing the confession. The prisoner was resisting."

The sky above Obsidian Ridge was no longer the serene rose-gold of a peaceful dawn; it was bruised a violent, sickly violet, slashed across by jagged streaks of burning crimson plasma. Far below in the valley, the eternal leylines that had hummed with steady, life-giving power for years suddenly groaned, stuttered, and spiked violently. Solar blooms withered into ash within seconds as underground shockwaves ripped through the bedrock. Queen Lyra Vance burst onto the terrace behind him, her midnight-blue velvet robe billowing in a gale-force wind that had materialized out of nowhere. Her striking golden eyes widened as she stared at the fractured horizon, her hands instinctively flying to pre