Onyx Adams Novels & Stories

"Who would've thought that little bitch was Mr. Adams's spouse." Alex sat still, but his mind was spiraling. William was releasing pheromones. How. Since when. His finger found the place he had bitten raw too many times before, poking at the bruise, the closest he could get to biting down without actually doing it. It shouldn't matter now. "Broke my hand over some omega who couldn't control himself." Liam's voice climbed, indignant, like he was the one who had been wronged. "There's nothing you're going to do about it. It's Mr. Adams, after all. He's untouchable."

Saint growls, making the floor rumble below our feet. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, Bronx. I’m the real Reginald Adam Slater. My wolf’s name is Crusher. I’m your Gamma, bro. What do I have to do to prove it to you?” He opens his eyes and looks at me desperately. “My parents are Carol and Adam. My mate is Ashley English. You, me, and Milo have appointments on Monday to get fitted for tuxedos for my wedding. You're my best man, bro. Milo is the only other groomsman. Bronx, please listen to me.”

October ignored her to continue explaining. "And to be honest, Onyx killed his bride out of anger but then did all he could by going to witches and wizards to bring her back. In his quest, he only gained power which caused him to lose sight of his original plan. That was how he found out about the darkness and all who has it." October told them. "Holy gods." Amanda let out.

call my big brother when I can’t seem to get out of my own head because he truly gets me. and I honestly believe that mixing lemon pepper and hot sauce is the key to a good wing.” She grinned and smacked me on the shoulder, “What about you? You’re not getting off that easy.” I chuckled and ran my thumb over her soft skin on her hand, “I’m so glad you said that about the wings because that might have been the deal breaker,” I smiled and continued on, “The woods are my happy place. These mountains and rivers are where I feel the best. I can shift and let Knox be free which in turn makes me free. I dislike people who don’t take family seriously. My momma and sisters are my safe place. I can go

His tone was cool, his posture tense. My father’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Alpha Nolan,” he greeted, his voice perfectly polite but carrying that undercurrent of superiority he never bothered to hide. “I trust my daughter has been… satisfactory. I haven’t heard any complains about her from you. I did not think that you would be able to hold onto her for so long given the circumstances of your marriage and agreement. But you seem to be satisfied…” Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “She’s more than satisfactory. She’s my Luna. And I would recommend that you speak of her in a manner that holds respect rather than objectifies.”

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

Then I look back at Sloane, her face pressed against the wood, her ass still trembling from the way I just wrecked her. "Step aside," Adam repeats. His voice isn't just gruff anymore, it’s a low, predatory growl. He’s standing there naked, his ten-inch cock pulsing with every heartbeat, a bead of precum clinging to the dark, swollen head. He looks like he wants to tear the house down. I don't move at first. I let the silence stretch, the only sound being the rain hammering the roof and the girls shallow breaths. I want him to feel the weight of what he’s asking. This isn't about sharing, it’s about the takeover.

Getting out of the room, she was met by a huge gathering of the pack members. She stared forward to see why everyone gathered. It’s probably one of those impromptu meetings. The Alpha, Damien, walked down majestically from the stairs, his composure was grandly towering, as if he wasn’t the one that nearly strangled her minutes ago. He had some Beta wolves, who served as guards behind him. He glared around the room, as he suspiciously scrutinised everyone.

His eyes shimmer a little gold, and his natural colour, like he and his wolf are sharing control. “You are playing a dangerous game, princess. I only have so much self-control,” his husky voice rasps against the sounds of the water. His eyes are now completely gold, and the pet name he used lets me know it’s Ace in control right now, not Oliver. I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to giggle uncontrollably. Between my nerves and the overwhelming bond, I feel like I’m losing my sanity.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.