Dawn Of Onyx Series Novels & Stories

“You think you can just take her? She belongs to the Silver Moon Pack.” Aiden took a step forward, his presence suddenly commanding. “Not anymore.” His eyes glinted under the dim light. “You can tell Damian that I, Aiden Blackthorn, Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, am claiming her protection. From this moment, she is under my care. No one—no one—from your pack will touch her.” Marcus froze. His lips parted slightly as if the title alone had stunned him. “You’re… the Alpha of Silver Claw?”

Nervously, I watch as Alpha Wyatt chimes, “I, Alpha Wyatt, the leader of Sun Moon Pack, accept Porsche Tanapol into our pack. I sever your link with your previous pack, Dark Moon.” As soon as Alpha Wyatt says Dark Moon, I feel something give way inside my head and I no longer can hear any of the voices from my previous pack. However, something else snaps tight in its place and my mind is suddenly filled with unfamiliar voices. The chaos in my head is interrupted as Rose adds, “I, Rose Tanapol, High Elder of Sun Moon Pack, remove my previous block of my powers and grant my mate, Porsche Tanapol, the abilities of the pack and of the High Elder’s family.”

His fur was as raven as Onyx's and his striking eyes shone with the same icy blue as Dominic's. “You need to turn. I want to talk to him,” Onyx suggested. A moment later, and Dominic turned into his wolf as well. “Can you hear me? “ Onyx tried to reach out to DJ's wolf. “Yes I can,” DJ's Wolf answered. “What's your name? “ “Orion.” “That's a strong name.” Onyx praised. He stepped closer to Orion, and the pup raised his eyes to look at him. “I am your father.” “I know. I can feel it.”

Many people believed it was a myth but she. She is definitely not an ordinary person. She's trained, calculative, and hot as hell. The Dagger of Dawn is an ancient family artifact that holds the power of the sun and wind at the same time. It was wielded by a powerful vampire, Kronus, my grandfather. That's right, Knox's dad. It is meant to be passed down after two generations and only royal full-blooded vampires could wield it. With the sword, their powers are ten times more than normal. In other words, my dad, Knox is waiting for Emrys, my younger brother to grow up before passing it down. If he learns it's been stolen...

Dawn broke red across the sky. Not the soft blush of morning, but the deep, angry hue of coals still smoldering after a fire. Nicole stood at the edge of the courtyard, staring at the light spreading over the forest canopy. It should have felt like rebirth. Instead, it felt like a warning. The courtyard had been scrubbed clean overnight. Blood still clung faintly to the stone between the cracks, but the worst of it had been washed away by the hands of those who had not dared to defy her. The air still carried the sharp tang of iron, threaded with smoke from torches that had burned through the night.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

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.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

Before everything changed. Neah is in the center, laughing at something Shane said. Sun in her hair. Joy on her face. I want that girl back. The one who didn't carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. Tomorrow I fight to give her that. Even if she's changed too much to ever be that carefree again. I put the phone away. Go back to work. --- Dawn comes too fast. The convoy assembles in the training grounds. Four packs. Over two hundred wolves. Vehicles lined up. Weapons loaded. Warriors in tactical gear moving with practiced efficiency.

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.