Book After Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

I saw about twenty rogues as I stepped into the silent realm, still in wolf form, and circled them. They sneered and growled at the three wolves in front of them; Onyx attacked from behind. It was almost too easy as he swiped his paw across one rogue's back, his spine snapped as he whimpered on the forest floor. The next one turned too late as Onyx grabbed him by the neck, shook his body twice, and he fell limply to the ground. The three wolves who had followed me were each busy with a rogue, as Onyx went for wolf after wolf. He barely stopped to assess the situation, just biting and ripping rogues apart. The forest floor was littered with dead rogues and barely fifteen minutes had passed s

And all I got was a book with directions about what to expect from this relationship. “Why, the Moon Goddess?” I cried out while opening the book. “My first mate rejected me on a whim. I hadn’t even recovered from that shock, and you forced another man on me. I don’t know what to do now.” Although my rant was unending, the title on the first page halted me in my tracks. “Mating and marking!” Onyx was excited to see her two most favorite words, she turned the pages happily. “Chapter number one: The positions to try if both mates are virgin.”

They didn’t even know what territory she was breathing in! Orion swiped to the second photo. The study went dead quiet. His Beta stared at the screen for a long moment, then he set the phone down carefully. His expression gave nothing away, entirely blank, and that lack of reaction made Storm’s blood boil even faster. Storm waited for his friend to say something, anything. “Well?” he growled. Orion met his gaze squarely. “Now I see why you look ready to tear someone apart.” Storm shoved out of his chair and he surged to his feet. “Who the fuck is he?”

Leaping off Tyson’s dragonian head, Onyx tore apart the beta rogue trying to sneak behind Nox while my beta went rolling down the valley with the rogue king. The fighting warriors on both sides swallowed me up in their midst and I lost track of my mate. Onyx raised up his snout and howled in agony. He couldn’t bear to be away from his dear mate. In that moment of murderous rage, the bloodthirsty canine went on rampage mode to find his beloved. Our dear beta mate.

She smiled at me, picked a few more boxes, and moved them upstairs. Kaden spent a few hours in his office. An hour after breakfast Mrs. Raynolds came in the drawing-room and deposited three books on the coffee table, inclined her head, and left to return a few minutes later with tea. One book was a study in werewolf society, one was a history of the region and more specifically Blakewoods and the Devon family line, and the last one was the detailed duties of a Luna.

The White Wolf inside her did not pace its cage anymore—it prowled, ready. Somewhere far below, thunder rolled over the city, unnoticed by most. But here, in Nyxara’s penthouse, the real storm gathered. The cracks were not in her—they ran through the ones who thought they could hold her, use her, break her. Nyxara drew a slow, steady breath, her eyes burning with the promise of reckoning. “Let them react,” she said, voice low and electric. “The consequences are coming. Ready or not.” Kael swallowed, the bravado gone from his posture. Rowan simply nodded, eyes grave. They both understood now—the city’s storm wasn’t coming. It had arrived, and its name was Nyxara Vale.

Go to the Shadow moon pack, find your father. Only when they arrived there, Alpha Payne told them that Papa was no longer the Beta of the pack and that he had gone rogue. With no familial ties, they were cast out and told to make their way to Howling warriors. Along the way, they encountered rogues, and Onyx had finally lost it. She barely recognized him underneath the savagery of his wolf Braeden. Onyx was eighteen and completely devoted to Maeve's safety, he fought with an intensity that showed no consideration for his own wellbeing, and the further they traveled, the worse things seemed to get. His sheer size was like a red flag to a bull for the Rogues, and it wasn't long before Onyx was

She was fresh out of the shower, her hair damp, wearing a clean, oversized gown. The moment her gaze locked onto me, Onyx didn't even hesitate. The almighty, terrifying beast who had butchered a lycan two nights ago instantly tucked his tail between his legs and retreated so deep into the back of my skull he practically vanished into another dimension. "I'm not here," Onyx whispered weakly from the darkness. "I don't know you. You are on your own." "You cowardly bastard," I cursed at him in my mind. But my beast's betrayal was the least of my problems.

“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.”

"I'm tired and didn't get enough sleep on the plane because I was making sure our trip had everything ready and had to move you away from Jo before she kills you." Ares was about to open his mouth when Rex threw his duffle bag at him. "Listen to your sister and take the couch. Thea is tired because you and Jordyn wouldn't stop arguing and causing a scene. Just shut up and take the couch." he says in his low voice, making my body quiver. It was sexy and deep yet slightly threatening, almost as if he was tired. Ares may be a retired fighter, but compared body shape, and Rex can take him down. But it's not about the size, and it's about being smart. And I don't want any fights during this trip.