Mystic Onyx Chicken Novels & Stories

"Asher, what does it eat? Give me some of its favorite food. I'll feed it myself!" Asher looked toward Victoria, who opened her bloody palm and studied it. She asked, "Why are you looking at me? It's an order from the Holy Maiden, so we must follow through, of course!" She wouldn't stop Roxy if she insisted on humiliating herself. Soon, someone brought over Onyx's favorite foods. Roxy saw that they only comprised red fruits and vegetables. Alfalfa wasn't among them. She looked doubtfully at Asher. "Doesn't it eat grass?"

His hand was on my wrist instantly pulling it up, my hair blowing off my shoulder from the speed of his actions as he looked down at my perfectly intact hand. His eyes were pure black, I wasn't dealing with Nixon anymore as Onyx shoved me against the wall by my face, frantic as he pulled my hand up to inspect it himself and then pressed the back of it against his cheek once he was satisfied. He slid his hand up my forearm until it reached his mark; a light purr rattled through him as he blinked, bringing Nixon's never-ending light eyes back. They were so light it seemed impossible, like the palest form of citrine that you could see right through, and yet you'd never reach the bottom. “What

The sky was overcast, and dark clouds were bearing down—a storm was brewing. However, the Immortal Bird's was very swift, like a white horse passing by, fearless of the threatening weather. "Luneth, what is the pit you said in the east?" The Mystic Maiden was next to Luneth. She had absorbed the bone patterns of a dozen Galaxy Novians, but her body was the same as Alex's, whereby the bone patterns were not obvious. Instead, her bones were crystal clear, making her delicate and beautiful. Nonetheless, she was wearing a set of white battle robes. Others could not see her bone patterns.

Who would even want a weak omega like me in the first place? A sigh escaped my lips as I did my chores. I returned to my room and started looking for what to wear for the mating ceremony. “Alice!” I heard a loud shriek from downstairs and I immediately knew it was my cousin, stacey. I rushed down to her room and she was standing with a pile of clothes with her face red with rage. Stacey is my cousin, my very spoiled cousin at that. She is the only child of my uncle Alpha Lucas and his Luna, Elizabeh Lockheart.

I explained and smiled when they eagerly agreed. We set to work, chopping ingredients and searing meat. I was pleasantly surprised when they were doing fairly well especially given the fact that they did not cook. “What type of meat is that?” Kai asked, leaning in to smell it. “Are you sure you want to know?” I smirked at him and bit my lip. He looked at me curiously and nodded. “It’s a small breed of dragon called Mistyntia. They are the equivalent of quail. I promise it’s much better than it sounds,” I said, flipping it over.

We can definitly see it on Kavi without a doubt so it must be you, Luna Jewel. I perk up and all attention is now focused on her. (( Well my dears, )) That voice is not Jewels voice (( Hello again, I am Jade and I am a Mystic Wolf, that is the reason why you could not smell me before, because I had no pack I had no scent and now since I've met my mate my scent has returned also since you are apart of my mates pack and I've marked him and laced his blood with my own, he shares my power and it also extends to his entire pack right down to the pups. However my gift of strength is only given, it can not be taken, meaning only I can give it, if someone where to bite me in hopes of gaining strengt

Eldion stepped to Mira’s side and asked, “What is it? I thought you’re going to cook it?” Mira turned to Eldion and said. “Wait, Eldion. I think this is the same chicken that Enzir and Lankko had when they attacked Verna at the temple. What do you think?” she asked, holding the chicken in front of Eldion. Eldion took the chicken from Mira and held it at different positions to see it from different angles. Eldion wrinkled his brows and then gave back the chicken to Mira. “I don’t know,” Eldion said. “I think it is, but I think all chicken look alike. I can’t really tell them apart.”

Thraia added. “Perhaps,” I said, though my attention had already shifted to the food arranged before us. The banquet table was almost absurd in its extravagance. Silver trays reflected the chandelier light, crystal bowls held fruits I had only seen in magazines, carved meats glistened beneath warm lamps, and pastries sat arranged like jewelry. It looked less like dinner and more like a display of edible wealth. Then my eyes landed on something wonderfully ordinary among the expensive nonsense. Teriyaki chicken wings. I nearly laughed from relief.

Right? "Is that?" The pleasant smell that came out of the boxes that he just took out made my nose sniff the whole damn room. Sir Conrad grinned at me, "Yes, herb-crusted chicken. I just know that you won't be able to resist this, even just the aroma that it has." He's right. I'm not capable of resisting the herb-crusted chicken. And I admit that it's making my tummy rumble. I just wish that his ears won't hear it.

The plates and bowls were of a black smokey color lined with either gold or red edges. If you thought this place was only magnificent for it's look! Then you would be in heaven with the very first bite of food you ever tasted. The Johnstone Palace wasn't just for looks! The food was just as alluring as it smelled. My favorite dish and Michelle's was her mother's roasted garlic lemon chicken with rosemary potatoes and a wonderful ceasar salad topped with a drizzle of vinegar and sunflower kernels. Just the look of this meal on your plate would have your mouth watering and stomach growling with anticipation.