Jeweled Onyx Panther Novels & Stories

And she was mine! Everyone stared, captivated by the commanding presence of the wolf. Her fur was pure white, each strand tipped in silver, reflecting the regal aura of the Lycan King himself. Power radiated from her in quiet waves. Diamond-studded guards shimmered over her paws, not merely ornamental but forged with purpose, giving her the appearance of a warrior ready for battle. At the center of her forehead, a single flawless diamond gleamed—so perfect, it looked as though it had been taken from the Moon Goddess’s own crown, a sacred gift marking her rebirth and favor. Once she formed completely, she howled.

But he couldn't bring himself to regret it. A strange pang bloomed in his chest. One that was both foreign and familiar. Guilt and protectiveness tangled like vines. From his coat pocket, he pulled a delicate jade pendant. Oval-shaped, smooth as moonlight, with a faintly glowing phoenix etched at its center. It had belonged to his great-grandmother, the duchess who had once led her troops into battle with a blade in one hand and this jade hanging from her neck.

"The infamous hand of Jack the Reaper." "The heart of the Ocean Necklace." "The infamous Pirate's skull of J.S" "The Handwritten piano sheet music from the famous pianist, Mozart." "The rare breed of white Panther with its glowing green eyes." After the auctioneer introduces the items, the golden-eyed man smirks meaningfully at Mort sitting majestically in his seat from above emanating dark auras around whose eyes lock at the lone beauty in the room sitting next to Trevor.

He was the most adorably expressive man he had ever met, “Ah, Roy. Although I truly feel it would be wonderful to have us reach third base right now, that’s not why I’m on my knee.” “I…I didn’t think anything like that!” Ignoring the obvious lie, he took out the box from his pocket, snapped it open, and lifted it to her so she could see the obsidian band with its glittering cluster of diamonds, which formed the shape of a fang. It was an ancestral piece, symbolizing the passion of the Anderson’s and the fierceness with which they fought for what was theirs. Roy gasped and the blood drained from his face.

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."

We came to confirm. The panther stronghold emerged from the valley like it had grown there—half architecture, half mirage. A sleek structure of black glass and silver steel, half-swallowed by vines and old magic. Quietly magnificent. Beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful, right before it’s buried in your gut. We didn’t get far before two guards stepped from the trees. Female. Armed. Eyes like obsidian, fixed and cold. “Alpha Haden,” one said, her voice soft but cut from iron. “We’ve been expecting you.”

We’ll be in place in five minutes. As soon as the link was cut, I gave the women in the room a big smile. “They are heading down. We should, too. But before we do, I have something for you.” I smiled at Storm as I walked over to pick up the small box I had brought from home. I held up the dazzling light blue necklace, bracelet, and earring set. “Your something blue.” I handed it to ChyAnn to put on her so I could pull out the next item, which was a gorgeous panther pin that I had made for her to represent her other half. “Your something new and for your something old…” I pulled out a diamond ring that had been set in a platinum band. I held it up to her.

She steps forward and I pull a box out of my jacket. “This is the Luna Moon Crest, Sable. This is an heirloom of the Docker family. It is meant for my Luna. Meant for you.” I finished as I opened the box. Inside is the Luna Moon Crest. It is a Moonstone, with a black onyx wolf inlayed within the moonstone. The fittings are white gold and around the moonstone are small diamonds outlining the entire crest. My mother had given Jett the family ring and me the crest. I had it put on a white gold necklace so she could wear it around her neck. I see Sable’s eyes water, “Do you like it, my Luna?”

"We heard Ms. Luneborn suffered mistreatment while visiting the Silvermoon pack. Believe us when we say we were outraged to learn of it! Therefore, we brought a small token of goodwill—something to help you recover, Ms. Luneborn." He gestured to his attendant, who stepped forward and presented a velvet-lined box. Inside lay a shimmering piece of moonstone, which was known to soothe the mind and mend spiritual wounds. The younger Alpha of the Darkmoon pack was far less restrained. Anger flashed in his eyes as he said bluntly, "Falcon Sterling is a disgrace to all Alphas! It's unforgivable to treat Ms. Luneborn that way! "Just say the word, my lord, and the Darkmoon pack will be the first to m