Gold Flecked Onyx Novels & Stories

Hours later, after everyone’s finally stopped freaking out, Celeste calls my name. She’s sitting by the window, her face is pale, eyes fixed on the small locket Elijah gave me. “Hailey,” she blow out a breath. “Come here.” My stomach sinks. “What now?” She points at the necklace. I glance down and see that the once-perfect surface is cracked, fine fractures running through the gold filigree like veins of lightning. A faint pulse of light flickers from within—soft, rhythmic, alive. “It’s… glowing,” she whispers.

Zyphre grabbed his left hind limb, pressing the right hind limb with his right paw while Orion continued thrashing his body to Onyx’s large frame. Onyx tried hard to get away from our grip and howled aloud when Zyphre sank his teeth at the same place that was burned from the silver chains earlier. “He managed to overcome the pain and effects of silver.” I muttered to myself, feeling both amazed and frustrated. No one was free to hear my ranting, and it didn’t bother me. Orion was standing tall at his full height, crushing Onyx under his weight and aura, suppressing his roars and howls.

he winked. My fingertips brushed the onyx skin, gasping in delight at the texture. They were so smooth, almost like velvet, and when I pressed my hand against them, it was as if I was melting into a warm, stretchy blanket. Chaos grinned over his shoulder, watching me as I ran my fingers along the bony structure of the wings, “The look in your eyes is intoxicating.”

Jade was surprised that even Amarok, who was more than interested in anything his mate was involved in, was not interested in touching this special necklace that belonged to his mate. "NO! You definitely canNOT touch it, Jade!!" Before he even had a chance to consider about touching it, Caroline's stern voice rang out starting him. But when she caught his curious look she heaved a sigh and started explaining putting the tray away. "This necklace belonged to Onica. She received it as a marking gift from Adrian. This pendant is a single Painite Gemstone and it is said to be one of the rarest gems in the world. And the floral arrangements around... those are made of pure silver... and... this n

"You want to buy some?" "Of course, I need her to shine as Mrs. Moreaux should." She is uncomfortable, but she does not show it. She walks up to the counter, and I follow her. She begins to pull out some bracelets, and I take a look at them. None resemble the kind that had been sent. "Are all these diamonds?" I ask and she nods. "If you want other precious stones like onyx, we have them in store," she said, pointing to the back room that Luneth had walked in before.

They give a collective nod, sharing the same amused smile on their faces that spreads a coy one from me and I drop my gaze back to the present sitting on my hand. Slowly, I unwrap the item and a small onyx box reveals itself. The box is intricately carved and lined with silver lines that swirl in a wave pattern. My heart staggers in my chest. It was beautiful and looked delicate to touch, like it might chip away if I touch it the wrong way. “Go on, moonbeam. Open it.” Reagan urges. I nod, hesitating a moment—not out of fear or anything negative—and I softly run my fingertips over the edges, feeling every intimately carved swirl on the box before I finally, gently open it.

“Not just the dust or remnants either. We mine and refine it before chipping it into gold powder for this shade.” I smirked picking up the shade called Coins Galore and twirled it around so she could see the flecks of gold, copper, and silver inside. “We do the same thing for the copper and silver flecks, and—” I closed my mouth realizing that Grace was smiling at me and not looking at the bottle in my hand, and I had said far too much. “I meant, they… I—” “You’re from Fluorite,” Grace said, her face showing no hint of shock. “I… suspected as much.”

“Hurry up human. You had your time with our mate, now it’s my time.” “Ok Onyx, but remember, we have to get back, so no funny business.” “Whatever.” Onyx says and pushes his way to the front. He is such an impatient wolf. “I heard what you were thinking human” I quickly shift, and Onyx walks up to Tamaska in all his midnight black glory. Onyx is taller than Tamaska, but only by a little. They are a perfect match. Onyx looks like the night sky and Tamaska looks like the moon itself shining in the night sky.

He told her grabbing a condom from the box on the shelf, “They’re all yours.” Grabbing a box at random, she went to him as he was rolling the condom on. Wyatt took the box and then helped her onto his lap. Once Celeste was settled on him, he guided her with his free hand to start moving on him. With a rhythm set, he opened the jewelry box and removed the platinum and onyx necklace. The chain was made of tiny stars with even smaller diamonds in them. Fixed on the center of the chain was a two-inch onyx circle. A platinum wolf howling at the moon was fixed over the stone.

She was like the Sun dipped in black and covered in gold & silver. She's wearing a sparkling silver gown that reminds me of the dress Tank bought for me. Only hers is more revealing than mine. Her braided obsidian hair reaches to her butt. And she has some ornate looking gold beads scattered throughout it, they make a soothing sound when they rub together. And she wore a thick, wide golden necklace, it went from right under her collarbone to right above her cleavage. It was engraved with many wolves in deep red, purple and indigo blue. Their heads were back as they howl at the full crimson moon in the center of the piece. The tails of the two wolves on the end curled up around her neck. She