Invictus Onyx Novels & Stories

His hips begin moving even faster as a deep, guttural moan that can only be the product of divine bliss, comes from my lips. “Faster.” I practically beg of him. He begins thrusting even harder and faster at an almost punishing pace. I let out another moan. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I practically chant to the beat of his cock hitting my cervix. He stands, and my eyes meet his and they lock together, neither of us willing to break eye contact as he approaches his own ecstasy. I see his normally dark blue eyes lighten and brighten to that of lapis.

she asked Dennis. "Bionics," he replied. "Heavy titanium plates infused with a defensive-offensive technology that even the Army hasn't begun to conceive of its existence yet. They're trillions of dollars in worth and thousands of tons in weight." And somehow, a shadowy division of an even more shadowy covert department of the UN decided to give them to a teenager to play with, Megan added in her head, the thought perplexing her. But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?"

Xolvion couldn't take much more and the two of them worked him so good that he could feel himself getting ready to explode. "I'm going to cum!" He shouted as he shot out his load. Covering both of the girls with his white-hot essence. Both Luna and Crystal moaned as they licked his semen, not being able to get enough of its taste. Thanks to his incubus blood that made his essence additive to the opposite sex. Xolvion smiled as he looked down at the two of them before he grabbed Luna, placing her down onto the bed and thrusting his cock into her, causing her to moan with extreme pleasure as she ran her claws down his back so hard that she cut into his flesh.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

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.

I murmured, my voice resonating with that deep, metallic echo of the Eclipse that had settled into my bones. I lifted my right arm, allowing the permanent star-silver bracer fused to my skin to catch the morning rays. The metal didn't reflect the light; it devoured it. The intricate flame patterns etched into the silver pulsed a vibrant, dangerous amethyst, drawing directly from the volatile static humming in my nervous system. Down my fingers, the dark violet veins throbbed, completely alive, vibrating in perfect harmony with the heavy obsidian collar fastened around my throat. Down on the plains, the High Inquisitor raised his golden-trimmed arm. The enormous amber crystal atop his staff f

No one has been able to survive their onslaught. The pack rose to prominence after Zavion Kessler- better known as Invictus- the unconquerable- ascended to the throne. He is called unconquerable both in terms of battle skills and looks. They say he is the handsome devil with a soul as bright as the new moon. You getting it, right? He doesn’t know what mercy is. He feeds off on violence and thrives in others' fear. None of his victims got the opportunity to look beyond his vicious death claws. It is also believed that the barbaric alpha eats his victims’ heart and bathes in their blood to enhance his power. Some say he has made a pact with a demon of hell who shares his power with him and in

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“No harm if you behave. Move.” They bound my hands with neural inhibitor cuffs, the same humming restraints Jade had used during my torture in the bunker. The devices pulsed with dark energy, micro-compounds burrowing into my skin like needles, sapping strength and dulling power with every throb. They burned cold, not hot, sending waves of weakness through my limbs, making my muscles heavy and unresponsive. My Lynix blood fought back, silver essence flaring in defiance, but the inhibitors were designed for me… tuned to my physiology, slowing regeneration, turning my own strength against itself. The chains held not by metal alone, but by the tech that had once left me screaming on that table.