Ghosts Of Onyx Novels & Stories

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

The throne of bone began to vibrate. "What are you doing?" Iyanla shrieked, her red-feathered wings beginning to dissolve. "I'm opening the pantry," I said. I shoved my bleeding hand into the obsidian eye in the floor. The sound that followed was not a scream. It was the sound of three thousand ghosts realized they were being offered a different kind of meal. The ashen shadows didn't attack Adaeze. They attacked the shears. They poured into the void-blades like water into a crack. The obsidian slivers began to glow with a sickly, bruised violet. Adaeze’s face twisted, her skin beginning to crack into white salt.

Alinta cried with tears running down, wincing at the sudden jerk of her hair, quickly silencing her. "Shh, shh, my vixen, let me explore and feel you, I promise I will not go too far," Onyx growled, then kissed the corner of her mouth and grazed his fingernails against the bumps of her ribs. She could feel his hand traveling higher just below her breast. Alinta was becoming lightheaded and started seeing black around her eyes, her body weakened as though it was shutting down from the panic attack.

The exhaustion from my emotions dragged me away into the darkness easily. I closed my heavy eyes as my subconscious took over. The dark abyss appeared around me. Pure darkness with no escape. I wasn't falling, instead standing on the water but never being wet. I heard the ticking of the clock. Tick, tick, tick. Panic was rising. I had no idea what the ticking was or where it was coming from, but something deep inside me knew it was not good. I felt like it signaled the end. But the end of what was unclear.

Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears. “Young recruit will have to dedicate to the galaxy. You have the white of the fairy flower, the beauty of the unicorn and you are the pride of the phoenix. Don’t let me down!” The sound made Olivia curious about her identity. Fairy flower? Unicorn? Phoenix? Why did he say that? She doesn’t know. No one tells her about that. Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

One of a kind. "Apparently Luna has the capability to nullify the effect of any poison. That means he can’t be killed by poisoning. His body has an automatic defence system that will block the poison to enter the system. But it seems like the poison was fatal enough that it put Luna unconscious for two days. He is fine now. All poison has been passed out of his system. Take it as his own power. But. I request to keep it a secret. We can’t let anyone know.

The steel sang against the scabbard—a clear, ringing note. "Viggo, point. Wolfy, control. Guller, keep the minds off us." We moved. Our boots hit the floor in a synchronized, heavy rhythm. We weren't the ragged survivors of the Wastes. We were the Covenant. We were a single organism moving with lethal intent. A squad of Onyx Guards rounded the corner. They were seven feet tall. Their armor was void-black Barzil-plate that swallowed the light. They held energy pikes. The weapons hummed with a low, threatening vibration.

They came only when called by the turning of the world, never by mortal hands. By the time she lifted her chin, three figures had formed at the edge of her candlelight. They were taller than the doorframe, draped in robes the colour of rain-soaked bones, their faces invisible behind veils that shimmered with a dusting of stars. No footsteps. No sound but her own breathing. She smelled scorched flowers, a memory of gardens set aflame, futures burned before they could bloom. They were not the Hollow Witches she once bargained with at prophecy’s edge. No. These were the Onyx Sisters, the arbiters who weighed the fate of queens and monsters alike. The keepers of oaths older than blood. The ones