Ghosts Of Onyx Novels & Stories

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

Onyx says while examining his eyes which are turning back to the silver they should be. “What the hell was that?!” I ask, “I’ve never seen anything like that, ever.” Onyx tilts her head to the side, “That was the result of tainted blood, whomever he took to feed off of had touched holy water to the side he used to feed from or maybe even ingested some of it.” “That only means that people here know we are here, they are trying to protect themselves. But how do they know? And how did the holy water do that? Wouldn’t it have evaporated?” “The water may have evaporated, but the essence of it would still be on the person's skin, or if they ingested it, throughout their entire body.” She shakes he

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

Assistant Onyx conveyed. "Prepare."

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

We hide behind the bushes and threes and Onyx nods to 4 of our men to take Jack's men down. They sneak up to them from behind the bushes before running up to them and tackling them in their run. The rest of us run out after them and spread around further into the territory taking down Jack's men as we go. I can feel Onyx's anger and adrenaline as he takes control and I feel like I am watching myself from outside of my body as Onyx aggressively takes down any man that attacks him. He looks around sniffing in the air trying to find our mate's smell, but she is not near enough for us to smell her yet. We keep running and tackling wolves before we reach one of the cellars. Onyx jumps down the st

Echo, Knox, and Blaze rush in, separating them by sheer force. “Enough!” Echo barks, dragging Bone back by the collar. Knox plants himself between them, pushing Ghost toward the other side. “You wanna explain this bullshit?” Knox growls, his voice tight with frustration. Ghost wipes a trickle of blood from his lip, still grinning. “Just letting Bone know she’s free. And if she’s free, I’m fucking her all night long.” Bone snarls, fighting against Echo’s grip. “Over my dead body, you are.”

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

When they got to the outside, there were several lores just behind the border. All of them were railed up, ready for war. Alistair pushed October behind him, but she stepped away from him so she could see what was happening. "You really thought that you could keep me out?" Onyx laughed, looking crazier than before. Arnell and the other two witches that were with him, were dead. Their heads on stakes, displayed for all to see. "Just know brother, I am much stronger than you are, and I won't stop until I gain all the powers then take over this world." Onyx laughed before disappearing. His laughs carried off into the night.