Onyx Carti Son Novels & Stories

Three pairs of eyes lifted to meet his, each one sharp in its own way. Alpha Caspian of the Southern Realm's deep bronze skin caught the light as he leaned back in his chair, blond coils slicked away from his brow and his dark eyes hooded as a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. He always looked too calm, as if nothing could ever shake him. Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made.

"Go get stuffed, you horny old bastard! I have a fated mate. I can feel him! Unless we reject each other, you will never be able to bond with us, no matter what you do!" Onyx carefully analyzed her chest and snickered bitterly as he saw the mate mark of a crescent moon glowing on her fair skin, "This is rather an unheard of development and here I was hoping you to be fair game for at least a year...how disappointing." He then released her and his eyes transformed back to his gray eyes.

Weight: 27 to 42 kilograms Color and appearance: The oryx has a uniform purple hair color. The hooves and collars are hung long, the rest of the fur is comparatively short. The oryx is built like all goats, only its legs are relatively long. Also characteristic is the goatee and the conspicuous horns that stand close together and then diverge in a V-shape. They are wide and spiral. Character: nomads who move through the area in small family groups. Characteristics: The only known subspecies of the Capella proles.

Onyx calls out as he lifts me out of the bed and holds me close. We walk only a few steps before we come to an elevator. Brett closes the hidden door behind him and joins us quickly before the doors close, and a light flickers on, revealing one button on the wall, which Brett presses. It feels like forever before the doors open again. “Do you think you can handle a ride in a golf cart?” Onyx asks as I shiver in his arms. “If it gets us there faster.” My teeth chatter. “I will drive,” Matt calls out. “Here is a blanket,” Brett states as Onyx slides into the back seat of the golf cart. “Thank you,” I whisper as I get closer to Onyx. Brett tucks the blanket around my body and some of Onyx as we

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

“Hurry up human. You had your time with our mate, now it’s my time.” “Ok Onyx, but remember, we have to get back, so no funny business.” “Whatever.” Onyx says and pushes his way to the front. He is such an impatient wolf. “I heard what you were thinking human” I quickly shift, and Onyx walks up to Tamaska in all his midnight black glory. Onyx is taller than Tamaska, but only by a little. They are a perfect match. Onyx looks like the night sky and Tamaska looks like the moon itself shining in the night sky.

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

My heart swelled at the sight of them. There was Tira and her son Carta, and Cails, a young male who wove baskets and caught fish with his mother, Noire. Her own midnight fur shone brightly alongside her son's amongst the many other whites, grays and browns. Even old Saro was there, amongst the two dozen or so wolves standing at the edge of the clearing. I immediately wanted to scold her for doing something so reckless at her age. Yes, I realized how ridiculous that sounded.

Onyx pushed forward and looked at him intently through my eyes, making the color change, and Falcon took a step backward and watched me with awe. “His name is Hati, and he is a demon wolf; a demi-god, if that makes it easier to comprehend,” Onyx spoke through me. I pushed him back and my eyes returned to their normal blue. “What the fuck was that?” Falcon asked me with wide eyes. “That was Onyx. He’s my wolf and he appeared after a visit from a goddess, and no, I can’t tell you anything else about it,” I said, and filled my glass with Scotch.

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.