Onyx Character Novels & Stories

Onyx. Zayden’s wolf slammed into the rogue hard enough to send him crashing across the dirt before pinning him beneath massive paws. “You’re welcome,” Zayden linked smugly. “You couldn’t resist showing off.” “Somebody has to carry this family.” Nyx snorted loudly. “Honestly he might have a point.” Traitor. The rogue struggled violently beneath Onyx while snapping his jaws repeatedly. “Ryker,” Zayden barked through the link. “Silver chains. Now.”

He tries to look sad, but his words and smiling eyes tell me he is proud of his actions. Onyx laughs as he walks across the room and rests against the wall. “What is so funny?” He demands from Onyx. “You called my mate’s brother a pet. You do realize that your life is in her hands, right?” “That is what she said before, but she is a kind Luna who gives chances. A Luna who is a wolf.” His smug smile sends Onyx into a laughing fit. “Have you lost your mind like your father!” He spits as he presses his face into the bars.

Pyrite snickers. “Didn’t get enough last night My Queen?” Onyx smirks as he takes his shirt off and holds it out to me. I roll my eyes in my head and smirk to myself. I whimper and close the distance between us. Onyx takes the bait and walks towards me. He must still be worried. I push my big wolf head against his chest and rub against him, then pull back slightly and nip his abs. “Hey! What the hell was that for?” Onyx grumbled at me as I turned around and shifted back into my human form.

“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.

I thought I had wanted him last night, but it was nothing compared to the urge to make new, tangible memories of being with Xavier in a horizontal position after realizing who he was. I needed to get home. It was unlikely that Onyx had broken anything, but one could never be too sure with that boy and his ability to find trouble. Despite feeling frustrated by his repeated moments of absurdity, I realized that getting angry was futile. Onyx possessed an impulsive and silly nature and a fearless attitude. Nevertheless, his keen observation skills made him the first to notice anything, and his heart overflowed with empathy and compassion for others. I just had to hope it wasn’t broken and only

” Onyx said, she sounded defensive, she was definitely keeping something from me. ‘You said ‘him’. I am bisexual so you know something more than you are telling me.’ I said. ‘I don’t know the human’s name, but I feel the connection to his wolf. I can tell you his wolf is strong, kind and very handsome,’ Onyx said. ‘Can you tell me anything else about him?’ I asked. ‘I think he is close by.’ She said before retreating further into my mind. I could tell that she loved her mate already. I could hear the warmth of her feelings when she spoke about him. I just had to hope that my mate's human part was as nice as Onyx assured me his wolf part was. If he was then maybe there was hope for us.

Werewolf hearing. "Ornyx will kill him." I told Aunt Sarah. I hadn't even met Ornyx but I saw his soldiers, I saw Roman and I saw that Vanessa girl and I saw how they didn't hesitate. How lighting fast their actions were. How lethal. If they were that dangerous... what more their alpha? "You don't know that." Aunt Sarah spoke as she reached out to place her hand on mine. ‭ "Yes I do. Ornyx is a cold blooded killer and Tristan... he's kind and he's honourable and noble. That's not a fair fight. The person playing dirty always wins." I told her.

LINDEN When Alice let go of Westley and turned around there was a heat to the air that suggested Onyx was out instead, and as I circled around his black eyes confirmed it. Onyx wasn’t like Ace or Amara, there was never any verbal communication and he could be unpredictably aggressive. For the most part, Nixon kept him under control but when it came to his possessive streak over me and Alice, we learned to placate him.

Jasper called after him, the bigger man not as fast as Hector. "There's two lines of tracks, you take care of Asena if it's her!" "How would I know!?" "Pure white wolf! A patch of black over one eye!" "And the twinblood!?" "Simple! Pitch black fur apparently!" "Got it!" They heard the roars and snarles ahead, the two were taring at each other, Hector knew an omega never stands a chance against Asena so he built his first attack in the run.

God. The Lycan King stepped out from an adjoining room, a towel slung loosely around his waist, his damp hair falling over his forehead. Droplets of water trailed down his bare chest, accentuating the sculpted ridges of muscle beneath. He looked like a god—tall, powerful, and breathtakingly lethal. I had imagined a king in his late forties, someone graying and battle-worn. But Zane Valerian Blackhowl was young. Too young.