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It would be the best option for the pack and the children Onyx kidnaps. They come here frightened and traumatised after he kills their parents, only for him to lock them down in the bunkers to condition them immediately. He feeds off of their sadness, fright and depression. It's as if their very essence feeds him. The only times I am lucid nowadays is when I manage to take Lilith's potion myself. Drinking an unhealthy amount like last night to put Onyx asleep, but even then, he's sometimes strong enough to fight the potion.

The Titan scanned the perimeter. It was the ultimate "Guy Nod" energy, transcending gender and dimension. They didn't need to discuss their feelings. They didn't need to ask why they loved the chaos agents in the other room. They knew. They were the Anchors. The Vesperas were the Storms. And without the Anchor, the Storm would destroy itself. The Disturbance. The library door slammed open. Oryn (Modern Oryn) burst in. He was out of breath. He looked terrified.

Onyx suddenly said in my head. “Axel...” I called, flicking my gaze at him. “Onyx said—” “I know. Orion just told me now,” he interrupted. A wide smile formed on my face. “So what do we do?” He lunged forward, shifting in the process. Orion’s voice wafted through my head: “Catch me if you can, Onyx.” Without hesitation, Onyx shifted into her form, chasing after Orion while they had the time of their lives.

"This is incredible." Tasha nodded, but her eyes were focused on something else. She sat down on the bed and brought out a book from under her pillow, and then glanced back at Storm with a n unreadable expression. “Why are your eyes purple?” She whispered, clutching the book to her chest. Storm frowned at the question. “Genetics” She replied with a shrug although she knew it was deeper than that. She actually never knew the real meaning behind her eyes. But judging from the way her parents had always seemed to over react and hide it, Storm was sure that there was more to it.

Taking slow steps while enjoying every single drop of rain that was drenching Daisy’s head to toe, Daisy crossed the empty road and headed towards the small lawn exactly at the opposite of their car. A huge and quite old banyan tree was standing along owning a huge part of the lawn. There was nothing except that tree. Facing the sky Daisy closed her both eyes and opened her both hands. It was raining cats and dogs. Nicolas shouted scrolling down the window of the front seat, “Daisy, it is raining heavily. Have you gone crazy?”

“Onyx is.. my sister.” His sister? That didn’t seem too bad. Why would he be so worried about his sister? She couldn’t be any worse that Claudis, could she? “I didn’t know you had a sister.” “I have many siblings, but Onyx is by far the most dangerous. She is the youngest of us all and most vicious. She is like my father’s personal attack dog. Where I handle the more diplomatic side of things as the future leader, she is a warrior and one of the strongest, if not the strongest, that we have. She has killed many wolves, vampires and others, and it is not just because she must. She enjoys it. She absolutely despises wolves and doesn’t particularly care for humans, either. I am sure she will no

The ruins groaned—old magic awakening, straining, holding. Storm was already moving. “Break his focus!” she shouted. Lightning crashed down—not wild, not scattered. Controlled. Precise. It struck just behind him, aiming to disrupt rather than destroy. He didn’t even turn. The lightning bent. Not deflected. Not absorbed. It simply… *ceased* to exist before reaching him. Storm’s eyes widened. “…okay, that’s new.” Orion didn’t hesitate. He moved—fast, faster than before, pushing his speed to its edge. He circled wide, then cut in at an angle, claws extended for a strike aimed at the man’s side—

BECCA'S POV The walk to my apartment felt like walking through the valley of the shadow of death. Every rustle of the trees in the Abeokuta night felt like a hand reaching for my throat. Beside me, Josh was a silent, heavy presence, his breathing still hitched, his blood soaking into the makeshift bandage I’d tied. I felt like I was carrying a live grenade into my sanctuary. Inside, my space was a refuge of lavender and citrus. My Bible sat on the small table, the gold-leafed edges catching the dim light—a silent witness to the chaos I had just brought across my threshold.

Damon shouted, and the cobra hissed, moving closer to Antonia, who was trapped as Damon held her firmly. Antonia's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but there was none. The cobra's eyes gleamed with menace as its head inched closer to her. She could feel its cold scales brushing against her skin, and her heart raced with fear. Two! Damon shouted, his voice booming with authority, echoing off the walls. The room fell silent, save for the hissing of the cobra. Alpha Richardson and Luna Anita stood frozen, unable to comprehend the intensity of Damon's actions.

"The island... it’s feeding the pregnancy." Ashren looked around the illuminated cavern. He looked at the Onyx Legion, who were cheering as the heaters kicked in. "This isn't a graveyard anymore," Ashren said, pulling me into his side. "No," I agreed, looking at the monitors displaying the storm raging, a storm that now protected us. "This is Fortress Onyx."