Ghosts Of Onyx Novels & Stories

Black cracks are spread all over his face, much like the face of a cracked China doll, his hair no longer blonde but black. But what has terrified her the most are his pair of eyes and the claws on his hands. The long black claws are gleaming in the cold light in the night. Seeing such a scene in front of her, she is beyond terrified. She has even forgotten to move even as the human, n-no, he isn’t a human; he is an abomination. Ophelia shakes off the terror that is filling her and threatening to overwhelm her. She stumbles on to her feet. She steps back and gathers her magic around her and lets it envelop her. Whatever this thing is, she doesn’t want to face it anymore.

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

"But the queen is sitting right there. And she’s got a job to do." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the black glove. She placed it gently on the small table beside the rocking chair. "Ten minutes, Elara. We’ll wait for you." … The cliffs of Ghost Isle were battered by the wind. The ocean below churned against the black rocks, throwing up spray that tasted of salt and iron. Two hundred soldiers stood in formation. The Onyx Legion. They were bandaged, bruised, and exhausted. Their armor was scorched from the solar lances. But they stood in perfect, silent rows.

The sound reverberates through the Throat of Echoes like thunder, like prophecy, like the final word of a god: “The war has already been won.” Every version of me—Tyrant, Martyr, Warrior, Sage, even the flickering Ghost—falls to their knees. The compulsion is absolute, inevitable, written into the very structure of reality. We are moths before a sun that wears our own face. Only Ghost-me remains standing, and she's smiling. "Finally," she whispers, her form growing more solid even as the others fade. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

He hesitated. “But what?” “It’s through the haunted zone. My father refuses to let me go and the guards know it’s where I’m headed, so they keep cutting me off.” He bared his tiny white needle-teeth in frustration. “You aren’t afraid of the ghosts?” I asked. He patted his tiny hand against his chest. “Nyx Hura’nyx fears nobody and nothing, living or dead.” The ground began to shake. If this was the big one, flaming lava could come bursting through the walls at any moment.

Someone, take me away from here. I don’t know what happened next, or if my fervent prayers had been heard, but a sudden burst of light came down, blinding me. The demons swarming around me disintegrated into thin air, evaporating from my sight. However, I could still feel the ghost of their touches. The eerie feeling where their hands on my skin remain. I was gasping, my heart galloping a hundred thousand miles per hour, heaving in my chest. A hand suddenly appeared in my vision, touching my face and startling me in the process while my head was all so muddled up with what the hell was happening.

“Onyx, this is my dad, Grey.” “Pleased to meet you,” said Onyx, shaking the human’s hand. He had the same eyes as Tasha, but there was none of her impishness there—instead, there was ruthlessness and danger. He and his wolf recognized a predator when he saw one, and the male before him was certainly one. He also knew that Grey would recognize Onyx as a fellow predator, and that was important because he had no intention of letting anyone try to intimidate him. “Likewise,” drawled Grey, sounding not at all honest.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

She opened her eyes and looked Delphine straight in her eyes, “Do you honestly feel that will do anything to me? You forget, Delphine; you and I have done this before. You have also burned me before. Try something new.” Delphine smiled, “Onyx, it’s nice that you have joined the party. How about a nice shot of wolfsbane for you? Straight down the throat.” Onyx laughed, “You did that the second time you tried to torture me. What else do you have?” She chuckled, “A shot of liquid silver? Wait. You are immune to silver.” Onyx just smiled and nodded.

Every step burned me to the core. Before Olivia’s wedding, I stayed at Frank’s, and at Olivia’s wedding I had reservations, but the entire event got me through it very well. Deep down I felt the grief that was twisting me, but the family helped me a lot. I honestly didn’t understand why, after that accident, things were totally different? Why was the pain deeper? And why was Kevin’s ghost always following me? Why did it feel like I was being followed and at any moment I could be shot again? “You know you don’t have to do this, but if you really want to, we’ll do it together,” said Mike as he took my hand.