Fourth Wing Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

He jumps up “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see this little spitfire that has you all bent out of shape” He laughs “Wait, what's her name did you find out?” I look up at my over excited Beta knowing he will love this, us both growing up with the Gods. “Enyo” Trent clapped his hands and started laughing. “Our Luna is named after the Goddess of war, hell should I call you Aires?” I throw my cushion at him, us both laughing proper belly laughing.

"I... I remember everything now, Nelson. When did I start changing? How did it all end up like this?" When did things start to go wrong? I could not recall. Perhaps it was when Alfred's name began cropping up more and more, or when he first showed up in her social media posts. However, none of that mattered then. They both got what was coming to them. Jennifer was crying, truly crying for the first time I could remember. So raw, so honest, so full of regret. It was too bad that tears could not rewrite the past. Maybe, just maybe, that waitress uniform she wore could become a permanent part of her.

Let that live in him a long time. Nyra slammed one Vaelcryn into the ground with enough force to break the thing’s spine before it had fully turned toward the civilians it was charging. She did not stay there to admire it. Her wings shifted, adjusted, and she used the very recoil of the strike to launch at an Aetherfang coming in from above Ronan’s blind side.

His head turned toward the windows — slow, deliberate — eyes unfocused, pupils wide. Storm lifted his arm and pointed. “Bad man is here.” Not frightened. Stated. Thorn appeared in front of him in an instant, dark wings half-unfurled in instinctive guard posture, ready for a fight. The shift in his aura was violent, one heartbeat calm, the next a silent, deadly weapon made of shadow and ancient vow. Kira materialized a breath later, robes still trailing residual silver sparks; they had been scrying him from the far wing, sensing the shift through Storm before he even finished speaking.

It didn’t completely deafen me to Julieta’s scream, but I could now focus without the worry of my eardrums bursting. When the buzzer rang and Julieta was carried out of the pit by a couple of trainees, her broken legs cradled in their hands, I turned towards Riley and flashed her a friendly grin. She returned my grin with a look of calm outrage. Sixth in line was Storm, a trainer with weather manipulation. Once I was done laughing at the irony, I noticed her ability took time to build. I’d felt the first bolt of lightning coming. Every hair on my body lifted, practically tingling as the air filled with electricity. I’d rolled to the left just as a loud crack cleaved the air in two.

The Eclipse Coven’s banners flew high at the Northern Keep, black and crimson twisting in the wind like a mockery of the old kingdoms. But their power was not rooted in steel. It was fear. And I was done being afraid. With one motion, I threw my cloak to the wind and unfurled my wings-pure white streaked with silver lightning, pulsing with ancient power. Aurelian stared, mouth agape. “She’s a goddess,” he whispered. “No,” Damon said behind me. “She’s the storm.” And I was. The sky cracked open with thunder as we descended. Magic surged from my palms, golden and violent. Damon moved beside me, his blade cutting down the first guards before they could scream. Caleb’s Lycans followed, their sna

The crunch of his bones with each fierce punch to his face was audible, and by the sound of the crowd, I figured they had heard it as well. Troy lost control. I saw his wolf pushing through his eyes, and Troy was allowing it. His claws appeared despite it being a human-only match, and he impaled them into the side of my ribs. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

He gave a signal to Sage and Sage nodded back before she took steps forward. She took out the emblem of the Onyx Pack given by the late Alpha Olive. The arrows stopped. The air was thick with tension, and everyone held their breaths as one by one, female warriors all emerged from the trees and bushes. One specific warrior, a lady with a small red mark under her right eye, stood at the front. With a cold, serious expression, she faced the Midnight Seven and the Onyx Pack and said, “Who are you?” Sage returned the serious expression, calmly as she replied, “These are the members of the Onyx Pack, raised and protected by Alpha Olive.”

The other girl nodded and followed her to a large, ancient tree that seemed to reach for the heavens. Storm followed them, curiosity burning within her. As they reached the tree, young Storm did something that made her heart stop. With a graceful, practiced motion, the little girl released a pair of heavy wings, too big for a child. The wings were magnificent, shimmering with iridescent hues that reflected the sunlight. She hugged her friend tightly, then with a powerful thrust, took to the skies. Storm felt herself being lifted, floating in the sky alongside her younger self. Her mind swirled with shock and wonder as they soared higher and higher, leaving the ground far below. They flew pas