Metaphysical Properties Of Onyx Novels & Stories

Her awareness melds with mine, her excitement washing through me, and slowly we spin around to see Onyx. His dark eyes focus on me, his chest heaving up and down as he takes a step closer. My chest feels like it is growing larger by the minute until he gets close enough and I catch his scent. His soft aroma of eucalyptus and rosemary hits my nose and everything he has done, every wrong, every lie, is lost in the light that blinds me in sheer excitement. “Mate.” Onyx whispers with a happy sigh. “My. Mate.”

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

Seth fell to a knee and held his balance with his sharp claws. Seth smirked, his eyes no longer a midnight blue but a pair of caliginous and malignant silver, and his aura that was once suffocating and vast was now vindictive and afflictive when one get closer. Still mashed to the ground, Onyx's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of her socket and her mouth hanged opened as she watched the uncanny smirk that sprawled on Seth's lips. If Onyx didn't know better, she wouldn't have believed this person was the Seth she knew.

"Get some sleep, we can talk after." She slid her ring off, Onyx instantly purring as her hair returned to its black-as-night nature, her eyes glowing to their green extremes, and her scent knocking into us. It held a certain thickness to it, like the air of danger before a bad thunderstorm, prickling with the promise of lightning and heavy with the promise of fresh rain. She paused, searching for a place to put her ring, knowing that Onyx would destroy it the first chance he got. "I won't let him touch it," I whispered.

“What? How is that possible? I thought only lycan’s could speak in beast form.” “We are special.” Athena simply answered. “That you are my mate. There is no one like you. Ok Onyx is ready to come out.” He laughed as I could see his eyes changing as Onyx was pushing forward to take charge. He got undressed and Athena didn’t look away and I was so glad she didn’t because the sight before was other worldly. All I could see was muscles for days and damn that ass. Onyx shifted and looked at us. Athena wasn’t even embarrassed. Onyx stood maybe a foot and a half taller than Athena. He looked dangerous, midnight black with what seemed to be touches of light brown on some of his fur, but the thing th

It was a dark, cool gray color with a slightly blue or purple undertone, giving it a subtle hint of mystery and depth. It was onyx. And his eyes were like two pools of black ink, no reflection in them. She tried to remember where she recognized that color of hair. She was sure she had read it somewhere. Onyx wolves were strategists and also fierce warriors. The disadvantage they had was their terrible temperament. They were impulsive and sometimes killed without thinking first. But they were loving to their pack members and mates. She remembered now. Somehow she couldn't believe another wolf like her was standing right here.

If it’s not us, it’ll be someone else. He pulls something from his pocket and drops it on the desk. The sound is a soft click against the wood. I pick up the round — metal alloy with a quartz tip — they used on Samiel. — Quartz, huh? — I study the bullet. — They’re getting bold. Onyx and amethyst slow us down, burn like hell. They use those rounds when they want to put up boundaries. But they don’t kill us. Quartz though… the damned sacred stone…

White is the color of innocence and I am far from being innocent this time. So, I had to go shopping yesterday and I did come back with a few options but looking at them now, I do not think they will do. I sighed exasperatedly, anger already tweaking at the beam of my mind. I glanced at the digital clock I had on my nightstand, taking note that I had fourty five minutes left before the party starts. I would definitely be late to this.

I thought I had wanted him last night, but it was nothing compared to the urge to make new, tangible memories of being with Xavier in a horizontal position after realizing who he was. I needed to get home. It was unlikely that Onyx had broken anything, but one could never be too sure with that boy and his ability to find trouble. Despite feeling frustrated by his repeated moments of absurdity, I realized that getting angry was futile. Onyx possessed an impulsive and silly nature and a fearless attitude. Nevertheless, his keen observation skills made him the first to notice anything, and his heart overflowed with empathy and compassion for others. I just had to hope it wasn’t broken and only

The Moonstone’s light still glowed bright, but no longer blinding. “Talk to me,” Orion demanded. “What did you see?” She swallowed, throat dry. Not yet. She needed to pin the words in her own mind before she tried to speak them. “The Stone…” she managed. “It is… more than we thought. More than I thought. Not just… power. It is… a door. No. The *key* to a door.” Orion’s hands tightened. “Like the tunnels under Broken Fang,” he said slowly. “The gates Varik spoke of.”