Onyx Character Novels & Stories

and she subtly put a little distance between them, recognizing his wolf as her natural enemy. "Don't be afraid," Onyx tried again, his voice low and his body language submissive. "I only want to help, I don't want any trouble, you just looked like you could use a friend." Seeing that he had her attention, he offered her his hand again, introducing himself, "My name's Onyx, what's yours?" She hesitated for two heartbeats, before clasping his hand with her own. "Hi Onyx, my name is Lenora." She replied with a smile.

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.

His gaze dipped to my lips, making my heart thud. "The solstice is tomorrow, and I want you to be my Luna. I want you to be the queen of my empire, Hilda. You are the woman of my dreams. Please be mine!" His eyes fell on my chest, and my lips began trembling. What did he mean? I, an ordinary Omega, to be his Luna? I should be Luna of the Red Storm Pack. The closeness of his sexy body was distracting me. Even though he had bruises all over his body, it didn’t affect his six-pack. His scents consumed my senses and took my focus to his seductive eyes. Noticing the dark ring around his deep blue eyes.

Oliver jumps to his feet and faces me with shock and horror on his face until he schools it and says calmly, “Outside.” I turn to the young male pup, now standing scared in the corner, and say gently, “Help her and treat her lip.” He bows and moves slowly as I then follow Oliver outside. As Oliver walks down the steps and onto the lawn out the front of the packhouse, he pulls and rips off his shirt, showing off all the tattoos he has over his chest, back and arms.

I said, wanting to remind him of the facts. “That is true; however, in this case, it is not possible. Your sister, Cassie, is a strong warrior and of Gamma blood. She can easily take on the role of Luna and protect the pack along side Maxwell. You are an Omega. You are nothing,” he reminded me. My heart went cold. “I am not nothing. And I will be stronger when Maxwell marks me,” I stated coldly.

*********************************************************** Characters Orni Patel A beautiful teenager with 5'3" height, flawless skin tone and petite body figure. She has deep brown eyes and the cute bangs of her hair make her cuter. She is reading in a nearby high school and lives with her father in a simple house. She lost her mother at an early age and after that, her father became her mother & father both. She is a sweet and soft-hearted girl with every moral value. She is innocent like an angel and can't tolerate violence. She loves to draw realistic art and has a dream of becoming a famous artist someday. She loves to dance as well. Specifically, she loves classical dance and she is

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

Just under a mile, we race after them, the baby covered in a blue orb suspended in the backseat, untouched by the wreckage around her. I marvel at her as the car stops landing on its roof, where it lays dormant and still, yet she is still suspended in that ball. "Come now, Lilith," Onyx talks aloud, something that is a gift of his own. The ability to speak aloud in Wolf form is unheard of. But every lifetime he comes back, he brings new skills with him. This is our twelfth life cycle, the lucky son of a bitch. The child floats out of the broken window, all blonde curls and big blue eyes, and I swear my heart breaks into a million pieces and then repairs itself in a shape that holds her dear

“Onyx is.. my sister.” His sister? That didn’t seem too bad. Why would he be so worried about his sister? She couldn’t be any worse that Claudis, could she? “I didn’t know you had a sister.” “I have many siblings, but Onyx is by far the most dangerous. She is the youngest of us all and most vicious. She is like my father’s personal attack dog. Where I handle the more diplomatic side of things as the future leader, she is a warrior and one of the strongest, if not the strongest, that we have. She has killed many wolves, vampires and others, and it is not just because she must. She enjoys it. She absolutely despises wolves and doesn’t particularly care for humans, either. I am sure she will no

It isn't long before the get back with a bottle of bright green fluid. Regina take it eagerly without saying a word and drop a few drops of it into Landon's mouth, giving it a few seconds before feeling his pulse. She let out a sigh of relief when she feel it getting a bit stronger. She give him a few more drops and after a while feeling like it is an eternity he gasps for air. But then it all happens so fast, one bone snapping after another, forming into his feline features, and then Onyx stands infront of them in a blink of an eye. His chest pushed out proud and he scout the environment around him. He sees Tessa and walk towards her, rubbing against her ans she throws her arms around him.