Club Onyx Dallas Texas Novels & Stories

Grace peeked his way. “Start light something.” Orion frowned. Starlight? Starlight! “Starlight Night Club?” He asked, hands clenching around the steering wheel. And eyes narrowed with a deep frown. Grace nodded. Orion sighed, grunting in frustration. Stepping upon the accelerator, he sped up. Fuck! “Do you know where it is?” Grace asked innocently, Orion eyed her. Why wouldn’t he know the city’s most crowded and luxurious club? He used to spend all his time drinking there, before babysitting her.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Lia's POV The club was impossible to miss—a sleek, modern building with matte black exterior and the name "ONYX" in glowing white neon letters above the entrance. A line of well-dressed people snaked down the sidewalk, waiting to get past the velvet ropes where two large bouncers were checking IDs and deciding who was cool enough to enter. We climbed out of the Uber and I immediately felt self-conscious. The line was long and everyone looked impossibly stylish and beautiful and like they belonged here in a way I wasn't sure I did.

Six months of someone inside my world choosing the wrong side, I sat with that quietly and let it settle into something cold and workable. "Find me a name by tomorrow," I said. "Already working on it," Reed said. We drove the rest of the way in silence. Later that evening, I went to one of my underground clubs– Oynx. Onyx was one of my flagship establishment, ten floors below street level in the financial district. It was accessible through a members-only entrance that looked like nothing from the outside but looked like everything once you were inside. Dark, low-lit and expensive in a way that didn't need to announce itself. The kind of place where the right people came to do business in th

“It’s a club. You can sit, drink, talk to people.” “Yeah, I’m not doing that,” I say, shaking my head. I’m not about to crash her date or sit around with half a dozen people I have no interest in pretending to like. “Wise choice,” Knox says over his shoulder. “Ghost will be out soon. You can spend time with him.” I freeze. “Nope. Not happening.” I grab my jacket and stand. I can already hear him laughing as I push through the door and follow Hex and Glitch to where ever this fucking club is

His broad shoulders completely blocked me from the crowd, his body a solid wall of muscle protecting mine until we were through the heavy velvet ropes and into the dark, pounding sanctuary of the club. Eclipse was gorgeous. It was a massive, multi-level venue with neon blue lights cutting through the darkness, leather booths, and a sprawling glass dance floor. Tonight, the only people inside were a few select teammates from the NHL team, high-ranking pack members, and our closest friends. By the time eleven-fifty-five rolled around, the atmosphere in the club reached a fever pitch. The DJ cut the heavy bass, switching to a massive, thumping baseline as a giant digital clock appeared on the f

After all He has been waiting for years and no one can hinder his hunt in any way possible. His regal aura and menacing steps into the narrow walls of the shady club allured the attention of few women including she-wolves and humans too. The wet and dreamy gaze of them didn't faze him a bit let alone tempting. The high-end club ‘Dark eclipse' is situated in the New York city area where all kinds of creatures and shifters were equally entitled to join. The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals.

The old man and Clare started walking down the hall, when the officer suddenly turned and said, "Thanks for looking after my girl Alex. I'll see you around." Alex stood completely still for a moment watching them walk away when Clare turned over her shoulder and shot him a little smirk. Alex groaned as he roughly yanked John off the floor thinking, 'what did I get myself into now?' Alessia and Damon pulled up to the club, one of the most popular clubs in the city and a notorious Williams gang hangout. As the car pulled up to the curb Alessia got out first and opened the door for Damon. "What a great woman." Said Damon as he crawled out of the vehicle.

After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.