Irid Meaning Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

The blood flowed from his nose. He wiped it unconsciously, making him stilled upon seeing it. “Shit. You know what your name means, twig?” he murmured sleepily. “No. Tell me what my name means, please?” I begged just to hear his voice. I wished I could hear it over and over again until I let go of my last breath. “Hmm. The flower, blue iris. It symbolizes faith and hope.” He coughed out. It was fresh blood. God, don’t, please!

His iris shifts from amber to electric blue. “Satisfied?” He asks and he stretches out his hands as he spreads his black wings into the air. Onyx smiles down at Cain. Cain chuckles. “Look at that self-centered trait of yours. I’m glad you still have it.” Cain says. Onyx laughs. “You really have a terrible attitude. Do your parents never teach you that? Oh. I’m sorry. They can’t, I just remember it. Because they had already dead, hadn’t they?” Onyx speaks mockingly. Cain twitches. He clenches his fist.

He opened it, revealing a necklace made of pure silver, shaped like a lightning bolt, but set with a stone that looked like a piece of the night sky captured in crystal. "From Stormwind," Rydar said, looking at Lucien and Aurelia. "This is the Heart of the Storm. It is a sacred relic of my people. It protects against dark magic and bad weather." He placed the necklace carefully in the crib, right beside Lunara’s hand. "May you always have the strength of the storm behind you, Princess Lunara. And know that to the North, you have a second home. You have an Uncle who will always answer your call."

She smiled, “I’m glad you think so. She will be your wolf. Her name is Onyx. The rogues that were in your house today were looking for her. You just haven’t received her yet. “Onyx does have ruby eyes, which makes her one of my chosen wolves and you are my chosen for her. “There is a large coven of evil witches who are trying to eliminate every supernatural being aside from them. “They are trying to absorb all the magic from every other being. Werewolves don’t usually have much magic, but there is a little used when you shift and when the mate bond forms. “There is a legend of the black wolf with red eyes. I will let you look it up, but it is true. “Wolves like Onyx are only put on Earth whe

"Onyx?" She called for him but received no response, and as she began to look around screaming his name, the bright blue sky was obscured by dark clouds. Ophelia frowned at the sudden change in weather and moved closer to the tree line that surrounded the open field. When lightning struck, she scurried towards the trees. Ophelia's heart thumped against her ribcage when a calloused hand grabbed her ankle. She fearfully looked down and huffed with relief when she saw it was Onyx. But terror consumed her whole when his beautiful blues changed to an ugly shade of yellow and the ground beneath her feet started to melt into a puddle of water. Onyx started sinking pulling her with him into the wate

“Your mom told me you had some Portuguese in you. I never would have guessed. I have some Irish in me, like Tasha.” Frowning, Tasha shook her head. “I don’t have Irish in me.” “You don’t? Really?” That flirty smile crept onto his face. “Would you like some in you?” Anticipating that Onyx would make a grab for him, Royd quickly jerked out of the way. But Onyx was too fast; he grabbed him and launched him into the pool. When Royd burst to the surface of the water, he shouted in exhilaration and went into a fit of laughter.

It looked huge and more like a fig tree but that was not the only shocking thing that occurred to Maya. "The Onyx. It's gone." Roderigo's hands trembled with this realization and she wondered why. "Onyx? What's an Onyx?" "It's something I worked years and eons digging up from the crust of the earth. A very valuable object that no living being on the surface of the earth has ever come across. It is as beautiful as paradise but I assure you, Maya, with this treasure, all our dreams will come true. And trust me, we may even survive this coming disaster."

However, sometimes I feel that I am indeed a defect. Alexis has eye color every wolf in the pack admired—clear amber, the mark of a chosen future luna. Meanwhile, I only got half of that blessing. One of my eyes is the same amber glow as Lex's, while the other shimmers in a pale silver. A cold and unfamiliar color, one that pack members always whisper about with fear. "Do you know what that color means in our race?" Ramia asked as she combed my long hair. I shook my head. "Amber is a symbol of stability, strength, and self-control, while silver... can be interpreted as great untapped potential, great power, and leadership."