Invictus Onyx Novels & Stories

"Just tell it to the world that the Onyx was mine but that you wanted to steal it, and I'll pardon you." "The pardon isn't yours to give." He tried to talk, his voice shaky not out of fear but weakness. He had been fed with too much scorpion venom that his nails and lips were now purple. "You have no right to claim...wh...what isn't yours. The Onyx...I alone can tell of what it can do b...b...b...because I found it and made it. It will help to destroy this volcano eruption if you allow me. Give m...m...me the Onyx and I can help." Instead, he felt a sharp sting on his chest, and he gasped as he watched the life drain from him. Black smoke emanated from every hold of his body which means his

His palms gently grasped her face and pulled her head up to look at him. "That scar on your leg doesn't make you ugly, meng léift. It just goes to show how strong you are to get through all of that and not break. It only shows how brave you are to face life head-on, despite the cruel woman's attempts to destroy it. This scar, if anything, only adds to your beauty. It's a symbol of what you've been through and how strong you've remained. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are fierce as a Fuuss. Du bass mäin Schatz!" Onyx's voice was replete with respect and admiration as Ophelia stared up at his shimmering browns and glossy eyes. Onyx pressed his lips against hers in a loving kiss and res

"Push that plate, El! The locking pin is jammed with slag!" Victor’s claws scraped against the ancient titanium casing of the console. Sparks hissed, biting into the white fur of his forearms. He didn't have fingers for fine work anymore. His massive, digitigrade legs braced against the cracked observatory floor, the marble shattering under the sheer pressure of his weight. Every breath was a low, rattling growl that vibrated through the domed room.

she encourages, bubbling with excitement. I chuckle and eagerly take the necklace out of the box, then clasp it around my neck. “How does it look on me?” I ask, modelling the necklace proudly. “Gorgeous, of course! It compliments your skin perfectly,” she gushes. I smile, touching the pendant as my heart swells from Invidia’s kindness. “What kind of stone is this?” “Labradorite. Said to impart strength and perseverance.” I snort dryly, “I could definitely use some of that.”

"The Ironclaw Titans are a physical, heavy-hitting team. They aren't here to play a clean skating game. They are going to try to bully us along the boards. They are going to try to rattle our rookies. Orion, you control the center. Lucian, you use your elite speed to split their defensemen." I nodded, but my eyes automatically flicked toward the end of the bench. Orion was sitting perfectly still, his massive 6'3" frame looking like a mountain of pure, unyielding muscle. He was already fully geared, his dark visor down, obscuring his icy blue eyes. The thick, commanding scent of his crushed cedar wood pheromones was heavy in the air, a familiar protective blanket that usually calmed my nerve

The Prince's eyes grew wider as he watched his enemy's hairs starting to shine as bright as Jimmy's diamond locks. "W-What is happening?" Jeyrha stood next to him, he noticed the small bottles on the floor and shook his head, "Very smart." he mumbled to himself. His eyes rested on the Duke and he felt his heart beat faster than ever because he looked even more beautiful than he already is. His long hair was shining brightly, highlighting his sapphire blue eyes and his clear skin.

was being stripped from his plasma. On the other side of the glass, Nevan was no longer standing. He was convulsing on the floor of his cage. The Icarus Strain had sensed the antidote. It wasn't just a virus; it was a Syndicate masterpiece, and like any cornered predator, it was lashing out with everything it had. The black veins on Nevan’s body weren't just pulsing; they were thrashing beneath his skin, trying to tear through the dermis to reach the air.

"She didn't even let me hug her yesterday, this ungrateful.” Octavius wore a tunic embroidered with pure gold, over also golden pants and dark boots. The hair was of a coppery redhead, with medium strands that curved in small curls at the ends, not exceeding the height of the nape of the neck. Wicks that easily got into my fingers as he descended me back to the ground. It was not greater than Vraxlon, nor did it boast that brute force, but it was equally perfect. The perfection that Faye also had and that I knew that all six princes who received the deadly sins shared.

' We’re 'Fighting' the 'Original-Parasite'. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice-King-Eternal," felt his "Vantablack-Indigo" anchor "Syncing" with the "Dissonance." He saw the "Residue" as a "Systemic-Infection" on the "Universal-Standard." He was the "Sovereign-Immunity."

I swallowed hard to witness the breathtaking sight before me, it was worth the wait in every way. Vincent’s thick, erect co*k sprang to life as he freed it, throwing the last article of cloth away. Well, I was unable to look away, and Onyx, she suggested excitedly. “Kiss it, Liz. I want to taste our mate!” Fuck! My eyes bulged out of their sockets as her bold request dried my throat, but she was drooling over the perfectly sculptured Greek god in front of us. My eyes traveled from his face to his robust muscles, trailing down to beautiful abs, and then sexy V, the absence of pubes surprised me.