Mystic Onyx Chicken Novels & Stories

The silver-haired man, who was staring at the TV set and couldn't stop fantasizing about Coral, turned his eyes at his fellow’s words and looked over to see the girl in a plain long dress sitting at the table, and she was svelte, quiet and well-behaved, with an appearance so watery that they could imagine she was like a fresh and juicy honey peach. A large plate of grilled chicken claws was put before her, besides, there were other dishes including grilled chicken wings, spicy shrimp and crab, dry-pot lobster, devil spicy lobster, garlic lobster, and also piled up lots of layers of thick beef, mutton ......

He was going to make crispy orange chicken, one of his favorite dishes. He had all of his ingredients ready; the ingredients used to make the chicken on the right were boneless, skinless chicken breast and thighs which were cut into bite-sized pieces, cornstarch, flour, eggs, and oil. On his left were the ingredients for the sauce, orange zest, brown sugar, vinegar, soy source garlic, ginger, and red chili flakes.

I drew her very close to me until she squeaked. "I think they get it, Ethan," she said, pressing her hand up on my chest. "Okay, as long as nobody forgets." "Kinda impossible for that to happen, baby." She called me baby. It's all good now, I thought, glad I could laugh at myself as we all got down to the purpose of coming together for the evening. "Chicken Marsala ...mmmm. Brynne darling, what is that in here?" Dad asked between bites. "It's really wonderful." "I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken.

“I said don’t look at it.” “Harrison.” “Yes.” “Is it a chicken.” “It was.” I came up behind him and put my chin on his shoulder and looked. The bird on the tray was a deep, alarming mahogany. Small tendrils of smoke rose gently off one wing. “Is there any juice in it.” “There was.” “Where did it go?” “The pan.” “Oh no.” “I am going to carve this chicken, Estelle, and you are going to eat it.” “Yes, Harrison.”

Alexis stared at Lendon seriously and said, “Mr. Martin, after last full moon night, I am sure Miss Miller can help control your poison, but….” “What?” Lendon stared at Alexis and asked coldly. “The poison has increased rapidly since last night,” Alexis answered. Lendon had guessed this result, so he didn’t get angry. “Do you know the reason?” He asked. “I think it is also related to Miss Miller.” Alexis explained patiently, “At full moon night, Miss Miller will spread a kind of special smell as well as another matter from her that could lessen the wolf poison inside your body; therefore, I conclude she can help decrease it. But on an ordinary day, her body is producing another matter that w

The sumptuous looking chicken made me swallow an invisible lump. “Hey, good day, ma’am. What would you like to order?” The lady asked anxiously. Pointing at the chicken in the food show glass, I replied. “I want one of those. Oh, I mean, and two of the wings. Then one of the thighs, and one of those too…” Alpha Jordan stared at me in disbelief. He just couldn’t believe I would want almost all the parts of the chicken that I saw. The lady wasn’t left out, she was surprised as well, but she was doing her job.

"Jensen likes chicken, and Blake likes shrimp. Get some of both." They went to a poultry store, which was super crowded. As chickens were being taken out of the cage one after another, feathers flew everywhere. The butchers were too busy. Mia stood in front of the chicken cages for a long while and finally picked out a healthy-looking chicken. She asked the shopkeeper to bring it out, but the shopkeeper was too busy to attend to her. She could not wait but help herself to butcher it. Kisa was worried that the chicken would peck her delicate hand. Just as Mia reached to grab the chicken, a chubby hand suddenly came across and grabbed the chicken from Mia's hand.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

Alexious stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he took in Hermes's wings and bright eyes – then he broke into a broad smile, not at all frightened but clearly fascinated. "No gold eggs, sorry! But some of them lay eggs with blue shells – does that count as treasure? Father says they're special because only our black hens lay them." He pointed proudly toward a section of the coop where several dark-feathered chickens were pecking at the ground. "And I know all their personalities – there's one hen who likes to sit on my shoulder while I work, and another who always steals corn from the goat pen!" Eirene tugged on her mother's hand, bouncing on her toes as she spotted the firs

"Well, try not to make anymore scorned lovers, would ya? That's what started this whole thing." "It wasn't my fault!" Ally replied, Salax walking back in. "It's his fault! He made me fall in love with him." Salax blinked and set down the meat on a bedside table. "Everything seems to be my fault. But I'll gladly take the blame for you loving me." Ally laughed. "Silly Snake," her gaze returned to her mom. "I see your Goddess marks have finally shown up." Nyxie turned over her arms, legs and hands. "Yep. They're on my hips, shoulders, waist and ankles. And this really awesome one around my eyes. I think I like this one the best."