Onyx And Storm Novels & Stories

"Tormil raised his hand, glowing blue, and suddenly the weather became cold, with rain pounding us from above. We had to pull up, and take shelter. As soon as the storm let up, I sent my warriors to the surrounding villages and beyond. We will find the traitorous council." "Let's hope much better than we found and secured General Konnyr," Lorcan said dryly. Lorcan stood for a moment, before turning to Niamh. "I have to speak with the General and plan our next steps," he said dully. "If you are here when I get back…" Niamh had never seen his eyes look so sad. "I will be here," she said firmly. "I will always be here." There was a strong look of doubt in Lorcan's eyes.

“And venom, when placed well, topples beasts larger than itself.” Lilith inclined her head, as though accepting a compliment. “So we have an understanding?” Magnus turned, lifting his arm to the hall. “Brothers! Sisters!” His voice boomed against the rafters, filling every dark corner. “Stormfang hunts a ghost. But soon, that ghost will wear our chains. The human Luna will be ours—and with her, the heart of every pack that trembles at prophecy.” Howls answered, fierce and hungry. Wolves slammed their fists against tables, stamping their boots until the hall shook.

I gulped as he catcalled her, and once again he leaned back into his seat, his eyes on me. “I want you to keep your eyes here the whole time, River.” Thump. Thump. Thump. “Your task is to get me hard,” he said in a stage whisper into the blonde’s ear. My throat ached. “This won’t be necessary, Mr. Storm.” My voice came out thin as the lady climbed onto the table between us, letting the strap of her gown fall off. Her boobs fell free as she pulled the gown down, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes moved between me and the blonde, his expression unreadable.

Draven bellowed gloriously sending quivers to Onyx's heart. Onyx yelped as he felt his essence being taken from his spirit and cried, "I...I am sorry! Please forgive me, my Lord, for I did not know." The large wolf's expression remained unchanged, but the flames disappeared causing Onyx to release a sigh of relief.

His voice showed he was worried, and I could feel he didn't want to talk about it. “Please,” I said, moving closer. “We need to know. He's threatening my pack, and he claims to know things about my past – about my mother.” Orion sighed heavily, seeming to age years in a matter of seconds. “Ryder Storm,” he began, “was once one of the most respected alphas in werewolf history. Powerful, charismatic, visionary. But power corrupts, and Ryder… Ryder became obsessed with ancient prophecies and forbidden magics.”

she asked with a smile. “Never better.” He said as he kissed her gently. “now let’s get home so we can move on to the next stage.” “I think that is the plan.” Deanna said as she looked at him, “Whatever comes next is going to be fine as we move on.” “The next part is the main part of the storm. We are just close to the eye wall.” Max said as he shut the door to the van and walked around. As he did Deanna thought to herself, they will just have to break the eye wall themselves.

"Your reports have been reviewed and we are pleased with your progress. As soon as the storm clears, we will send in reinforcements to assist with relocating those women and children who would like to leave the pack." "And what about the former Alpha and his men?" The laptop screen flickered as the vampire on the other side shifted in her seat. A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line.

Storm Storm “Could we all take our seats please, we need to get this meeting started,” Alpha Rossi, said, grabbing the attention of everyone present in the conference room, as he entered the room with his Luna at his side. Taking my seat beside Doyle once again, I looked up to where Alpha and Luna Rossi were sitting at the head of the table.

The storm which will change our whole lives. Xx___xX

Leaping off Tyson’s dragonian head, Onyx tore apart the beta rogue trying to sneak behind Nox while my beta went rolling down the valley with the rogue king. The fighting warriors on both sides swallowed me up in their midst and I lost track of my mate. Onyx raised up his snout and howled in agony. He couldn’t bear to be away from his dear mate. In that moment of murderous rage, the bloodthirsty canine went on rampage mode to find his beloved. Our dear beta mate.