Fourth Wing Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

She watched the dark leathery wings that sprang out from his back, and with the heaviest sweep of his wings, they took off into the air out of sight. "It'll be faster with my wings. My men will meet us back at the clan." He told her through the bond. Rivenna leaned her head on his chest, barely saying a word, and she felt normal all over. Here, Vaughn was the one assuring her. She had felt like she was the one calmly assuring him too. Noting every muscle in his body had fought to raise hell in Onyx Pack. And although Rivenna hadn't said anything, she had felt her body become warmer by the minute.

Chapter 2 Donovan stormed the Central Ward where Natasha, the mystery lady, had been placed under emergency medical surveillance in a bid to salvage her. His arrival at the ward was not without an entourage of cops who sieged the ward in their numbers and hoped to man the precinct from the roaming wolf and other intruders.

************** INT QUEEN NNEKA'S CHAMBER - NIGHT Queen Nneka reclines on a velvet chaise lounge, a crystal goblet filled with amber liquid held tightly in her hand. The chamber, adorned with opulent tapestries and flickering candlelight, echoes her fury and despair. Her eyes, a tempest of anger and heartache, are fixed on the shattered remnants of ancient jugs strewn across the floor. Her loyal maid, Daphne, kneels before her, her body trembling in the presence of the storm brewing within Nneka's heart. She gazes at Daphne, a mix of disdain and curiosity warring within her.

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.

“Tell me.” Draven drew in a deep breath, “it went like this: The wolf with fire in her veins will return to reclaim her throne. She would build it on the bones of her enemies and all those who refuse to bend to her rule. Her path is marked with blood and destruction, take heed for the vanquisher is set to return.” I held tightly onto my chair as I felt the blood drain from my head straight down to my toes, “vanquisher! Does that mean she was the first vanquisher?”

High beyond the rooftops, he descended. Vaelrion tore through the atmosphere like a living storm. His wings—vast as midnight seas—cleaved through low-hanging clouds, each feather-like scale etched in onyx and shot through with molten-gold veins that pulsed with ancient fire. Thunder curled in his wake, low and resonant, echoing against distant spires and rattling windowpanes. Below, the city lights smeared into silver veins of motion as the air compressed around his form. All of it fell away in that moment—sirens, passing cars, neon signs—because she burned in his awareness: a beacon, a promise.

I replied back as I stood up, watching him do the same and we walked out the door in search of our mate. We walked to the room that she was showering in and knocked. “Yes?” She had called out. “It’s your mates, Sapphire.” Onyx replies and opens the door only to suck in a quick breath. I look at her and see her in nothing but a pair of boxers. My dragon grumbles at her, possibly wearing another man's clothes and forces us forward. “Whose clothes are you wearing, mate?” Onyx asked her. She doesn’t even cover herself when we walk in.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I moved through the frenzy, targeting the ones who tried to breach our flank. The pass became a crucible. Our breaths ragged. The bond pulsed fiercely amid the clash. I heard whispers, memories , my mother's voice, songs, regret, strength. A flash above. A figure descended not on wings, but riding a storm. Cloaked, unmasked. Power flooding, winds swirling. Cultists faltered. The battle stilled as all eyes turned upward. She landed. The storm obeyed her. The wind bowed. Lightning cracked at her feet. Eyes blazing violet.

Luna Monica barked. Queen Stella rose from her chair, her expensive robe swayed as she adjusted it. “This is perfect. Let the girl who caused this commotion speak. Alpha Knox has requested to buy your freedom.” I stared at Knox in shock. He did what?