Gold Flecked Onyx Novels & Stories

“Use those funds for business attire, Miss St. Claire. What I’m buying are your evenings-with-me ensembles, Nikki. And I must say… You and Miss Fernsby have knocked the selection out of the park tonight.” His gaze eases over me, admiringly. Heatedly. I’m wearing a curve-hugging, black, one-shouldered mini. The neckline scoops artistically toward the shoulder that’s covered, and the long sleeve tightly flows downward, gathering a tad in places and ending midway across my hand, all with dramatic flair. I’m holding an onyx-died ostrich clutch with a wide, shiny platinum trim along the edge of the flap. On the hand of my bare arm is a striking onyx-and-platinum ring that stands out on my middle

I try to walk further into her room but stop at the sharp pain under my leg. I hiss as I raise my right leg to look under my feet. "Shit," I mutter as I take the small piece of glass out. I ignore the small blood that ooze out and drop my legs to the floor. I'll be making a mess but who cares when the atmosphere feels amiss? It smelt of bad air. My phone rings. I take it out of my back pocket as I roam my eyes at the broken flower vase, light stand, and scattered beads on the floor.

, Orion looked proudly at the girls who he's had the honor of seeing grow up into amazing women. “It is with great honor that I present Queen Cora and King Glan for the crowning of their successors”, Orion stepped back so that Cora and Glan can crown the new Queens of Andora. Cora and Glan walked up to their girls with tears in their eyes, Cora placed a beautiful gold crown with elegant designs and rare Orchid diamonds on them onto Selene’s head. Glan placed a gold crown with rare Blue Moon diamonds and Pearls on it onto Nahla’s head. These crowns were made specifically for their daughter’s and the jewels are exceptionally rare. They wanted their daughters to feel like the amazing Queens tha

This thing is ridiculously huge and heavy, it would be impossible to read it whilst standing. The entire cover is decorated with raised and embossed vines and leaves and the tarnished, gold gilded surface reflects the lamplight up at the ceiling. There are gems and stones scattered about representing flowers, and more spaced around the edges. My finger comes to rest in an indentation in the upper right hand corner. Something is missing. From the size and shape of the void I can take a pretty good guess at where it went. I have spent so long in his company there is no way I would miss the similarities between the indentation and the Moonstone Hunter wears around his neck.

We giggled and squealed for a moment before the girls joined us. “Oh my, girl.” Lori checked the ring on Olive’s finger. It was a beautiful marquise-cut, blindingly big rock diamond. “Wow.” I let them have their moments and searched for Lynx. He was standing at the corner, leaning against the wall with a broad smile on his face. Chuckling, I went to him, and he didn’t even notice me. “Hey.” He blinked, straightened his posture. “Princess.” I poked his chest. “Good job.”

Grady leans a fraction. “Onyx?” he asks the part of him that bares teeth only for need. Hold, Onyx says, rumble over our matebond. The fox thread Sable seeded under the third stone shivers, the line Nova saw this morning tries to be funny. My mark heats, the house hum warns me the way your body warns you about bad meat. “Girls,” I say without looking, and Zara steps into the crowd we seeded on purpose today with aunties. Children lift, chatter changes flavor and the world glances to its corners.

This one made my heart race. Because it wasn’t just beautiful, it was surreal. The gown stood tall on the mannequin, regal and untouchable, like it belonged to a goddess who expected silence when she entered the room. The neckline curved with grace, and the skirt spilled in folds that seemed to ripple with every shift of light. Yet something else caught my eye. I stepped closer, squinting. “Are those…” My words trailed off as I leaned in. “Diamonds,” Nico finished for me. “Approximately one thousand. Small, finely carved, and very real.”

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.

“The Golden Aurelia Ring Set — yellow diamond and citrine collection. Fourty five million dollars.” “The Amethyst Royale Set — amethyst and diamond ensemble. Five point five million dollars.” “The Ivory Lumina Set — pearl and diamond masterpiece. Seven million dollars.” And finally, the last one. “The Onyx Eclipse Set — black diamond and onyx masterpiece. Nine million dollars.” The numbers kept stacking in my mind like bricks on my chest, crushing me slowly. My breathing grew shallow and ragged, my vision blurring at the edges as panic clawed up my throat. My knees felt weak, threatening to buckle. I wanted to scream. I wanted to lunge at Freya and slap that calm, satisfied look off her face

The box's lid creaked softly, releasing the scent of aged wood and memories. "Rosalind, this belonged to your father," Cathryn said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. As she opened the box, a faint glow emanated from within. Inside, a beautiful silver necklace lay coiled, adorned with a small, moonstone pendant. The stone pulsed softly, radiating a gentle, ethereal light. "Orion's mother crafted this," Cathryn explained, her fingers tracing the pendant's contours. "A symbol of our pack's lunar heritage."