Onyx Character Novels & Stories

Cynthia chuckled at my shocked expression, “Would you like to tell her, Roxanne? Or should I do the honors?” Roxanne gave a small bow, “Whichever pleases my lady.” I flinched at her words. My lady. That’s when I saw it—the small smile tugging at Roxanne’s lips. I felt sick. “What happened to you?” My voice cracked. “You were my best friend. Why?” Roxanne finally met my gaze, but there was no guilt—just calm acceptance. “I was tired,” she admitted. “Tired of always defending you, tired of being the only one standing beside a wolf-less omega. No one wanted me. But now? Now, I am respected. I am Luna Cynthia’s personal maid. Do you know what that means?”

She holds on to the baby for dear life. "Ryne, she is scared. You need to control your beast so we can help her. So she can speak with us." I tell him. I watch Ryne fighting back for control over his lycan, Madden. His eyes flash back to their normal color, and he calms a bit. I can't imagine what he is experiencing. I prayed to the moon goddess that she wasn't also abused by Leopold. "Hello, I'm King Takoa. What is your name." I bend down to speak to her. The baby begins to calm as I push off my calming aura towards them both. I'm also hoping some of it gets to my second in command.

It was very obvious to anyone watching that they were closely related by blood. But while Valen possessed familiar, kind, dark eyes that always showed his true emotions, Onyx’s eyes looked bottomless, cold, and sinister. Looking at him, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell the boy had gone through to end up this way. He still looked quite lanky, with long, awkward limbs, like he hadn't quite filled into his adult shape or muscle build yet. I frowned, sizing him up. Was this really the kid who wanted to fight Valen for a throne? He really should have known that it was a hopeless venture.

"Knox sneers. His cold raspy voice startles us both and I jump back away from Orion. Orion looks disappointed and angry at the interruption. His mismatched eyes almost turn black. He takes a breath to try to control his wolf. The insult is painful and the only thing I want to do right now is to walk away . It's like my heart is breaking into tiny pieces again My heart leaps when I see my ex-mate. Knox is standing with his arms crossed with his muscles bulging through the black shirt . He is wearing a black cap that reveals only part of his icy-blue eyes . He clenchs his jaw like he is jealous and steps forward slowly

"Zachary isn't like her father at all. He'll make sure I do everything in his way." "You're an alpha, Zane. You don't always have to over Zachary." Onyx growled and Zane just shook his head before shifting right there. Onyx stood under the water with a silent whimper before going down. In a few minutes, Onyx was no longer in the bathroom. He was already running along in the forest. He didn't know where he was running to but he ran till he reached a cliff. A loud howl escaped his lips, loud enough to wake everyone far away but gladly no one really noticed it unless Binaca shot her eyes open and looked out through her window.

“Onyx, this is my dad, Grey.” “Pleased to meet you,” said Onyx, shaking the human’s hand. He had the same eyes as Tasha, but there was none of her impishness there—instead, there was ruthlessness and danger. He and his wolf recognized a predator when he saw one, and the male before him was certainly one. He also knew that Grey would recognize Onyx as a fellow predator, and that was important because he had no intention of letting anyone try to intimidate him. “Likewise,” drawled Grey, sounding not at all honest.

Why did shifters make it a habit of running around in their wolf form with no clothes available? I held my hand out towards him. He glared at my outstretched palm. “What are you doing?” “Look down,” I replied. I turned my attention back to my tent and pulled the string that was holding the bundle together. I shook out the tent and spread it out on the ground. I stood and walked around, straightening the corners. “What?” Onyx muttered in surprise. “I assume you didn’t bring clothes,” I said in amusement. He was now wearing a dark shirt and pants. They were simple, but they kept him covered.

It’s time to make the whole world see that no one is allowed to threaten his queen. Onyx throws a furtive glance at the small army approaching the house he’s just left, nearly growling in frustration when he realizes that his allies are seriously outnumbered. He can only hope that both his queen and the other companions will manage to win. He trusts Thea and Lia to keep his mate safe, so he concentrates on finding the witch.

Jumping on one of the undead, I tore his head clean off his shoulder before going to the next one. Fuck! I had forgotten how fast these things were. Without wasting time, I transform into Onyx. She is a beast compared to werewolves, but that is a good advantage. Xavier was having difficulty with them, so the majority of the workload fell on me and Nolan. After a while, I was beginning to get tired. They just kept coming and coming. Like there was an endless source that was spiting them out. I never get this tired this quickly, but then again, I used to depend on my powers for energy supply. I continue fighting. Ripping and clawing, beheading, then repeating the same process again.

We hide behind the bushes and threes and Onyx nods to 4 of our men to take Jack's men down. They sneak up to them from behind the bushes before running up to them and tackling them in their run. The rest of us run out after them and spread around further into the territory taking down Jack's men as we go. I can feel Onyx's anger and adrenaline as he takes control and I feel like I am watching myself from outside of my body as Onyx aggressively takes down any man that attacks him. He looks around sniffing in the air trying to find our mate's smell, but she is not near enough for us to smell her yet. We keep running and tackling wolves before we reach one of the cellars. Onyx jumps down the st