Midnight Release Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

ADY It's almost midnight, but our town and maybe even other places still don't have power. Even though the storm was terrible, Granny's radio, which must have been around my age and ran on batteries, was still working while we watched the news. The storm has completely flooded many locations, making them unreachable. The storm didn't bring wind, but it did bring water and rain that didn't stop for 9 hours. I was on the bed, looking at the candle on the table next to me.

Onyx locked eyes with Tate. "Look at you, all gutsy! You think I'm scared to pull the trigger?" Tate barked, "I'm counting to three, and you'd better say you're sorry!" "You've made your bed," Onyx replied, his voice like gravel. "One!" Tate started the countdown. Swoosh! Before he could even finish, Onyx's wrist flicked, and a blade flashed out lightning-fast. Thump! A hand and the gun it held dropped to the ground, blood gushing forth.

Storm had bypassed the pack networks entirely, calling his Beta directly and demanding he drop everything to race to the main house. “What the hell happened?” Orion asked as soon as he rushed in. Storm didn't answer. He simply slid his secondary phone across the mahogany desk. This was his private burner he rarely used and kept locked in his desk drawer. He had carefully forwarded only the two images, deleting the blackmail text from the first device to keep the threat to himself.

"Did you two pull a midnight power play with a celebrity? Some superstar named Charles Whitaker just went public for Yaya Indus! He’s a legend in the Kingdom!" The sleep vanished from Mike’s eyes, replaced by a blank stare. "I have no idea what play you're calling right now." "Great Moon! Whitaker just dropped a massive endorsement for the Storm Series on the socials. Ever since that post went live, our lines have been slammed. New orders are flooding the system faster than we can track... I’ve never seen a surge like this!" Brandon’s scent was spiked with pure adrenaline. He’d raced to the villa because neither I nor Mike would pick up.

He looked at Leila then back at Clyde and his empty beer bottle. “I think maybe you should call it a night Clyde. You’ve had enough,” said Sterling. “It’s barely ten. I’m just getting started. I came here for a good time,” said Clyde. “You can come back by tomorrow night. Half price Bud light from ten to midnight.” When Clyde realized Sterling wasn’t joshing him, his smile turned into s snarl. “Well aint this a load of horseshit! Throwing me out on my ear after all these years of my loyal patronage. All over this whore you want to fuck yourself. Well I’m willing to share her Sterling so long as I have the first go.”

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

I said with a bored tone. "We are asking if we could renegotiate with the gunrunning. If we could have it by this Friday instead of two weeks from now. We could arrange a twenty percent increase with it." He said and sniffed a line from the tray of the blondie with heavy breasts. "We won't be doing that, Santiago we have deliveries this week. They are as important as you are. We made an arrangement to stick with it." Alessio glanced at me and nodded, confirming it is not possible to make the drop this Friday. "Por favor, Alessandro we are low on ammunition and we need more guns by Friday." I heard his men mutter something in Russian.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

The green numbers on the dashboard clock flashed one last time before rolling over: 11:59 PM. A sudden, suffocating silence fell over the clearing as the moon reached its absolute peak above the trees. The barrier holding Nyx back cracked permanently. Midnight. Sunday had arrived. A blinding, explosive jolt of pure golden light snapped through my chest, the fated mate bond locking into place across the quadrant with the force of a tidal wave. My mouth went completely dry as the true, uninhibited scent of Kaelen's pine and winter rain flooded my senses, so intoxicating it made my head spin.