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.

' 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.

Trailing behind the main flagship were six streamlined, dark-steel diplomatic frigates—the Eclipse Envoys—their hulls coated in meteor-steel plating and trimmed with the silver frost-coatings of the Northern Keepers. Inside the Vance Aegis’s forward observation deck, Dominic stood with his boots planted firmly against the reinforced glass floor. He had stripped down to his sleeveless dark combat tunic, his broad shoulders and muscular arms exposed, showing off the intricate meteor-steel runic tattoos that pulsed with low, rhythmic black solar plasma. His short dark hair was windblown, framing a granite jaw that remained set in a line of absolute, uncompromising authority. His grey eyes, glow

He had this made. With a reverence Davidson had never seen in him, Brian opened the box slowly. Nested in on a bed of faded black velvet was a signet ring. It was heavy, masculine, made of a dark, almost blackened gold. Its face was not stamped with a corporate logo or some modern motif, but with an ornate, savage-looking crest: a hawk in flight, grasping a single, barbed arrow in its claws. Underneath it, in Latin, was a motto: **Sola Virtus Invicta **– "Virtue Alone Unconquered." The irony of the motto, given their circumstances, was not lost on Davidson.