Onyx Cinder Star Wars Novels & Stories

Oswin instantly yanked on the horse's saddle, and it came to a stop on its own. A two-story white Victorian home stands just a few meters from us. The white marble and numerous glass windows give it an air of refined elegance. The design is spare, yet it appears to be well received. Both fire trees and simple hedges frame the home's front yard. Nothing flowery or trite will do. "What are we going to deliver?" Oswin asked as he shared the checklist with me. "Scented candles and ointments, toiletries, four gallons of white deer's blood, and a sack of wolfsbane," I read carefully.

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

“It is beautiful. What’s it made of? As it doesn't burn, and what does each of the patterns on it represent?” “It is made out of 3 thin woven rings of Zirconium. The blood-red teardrop-shaped ruby held by vampire fangs is to represent the Vampires. The howling wolf, of course, represents us Werewolves and Lycans and the panther represents the Shifters. There were 3 made and from what I understand, all three fit together as one ring, but as the Queens were all friends, they split them and wore one each.” “Wow. Talking about Queen’s hows Rania? Did Malik’s castle get hit when I was taken?”

Rey's voice carried a mix of desperation and unwavering belief. Luna's eyes widened, her internal struggle reaching a crescendo. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she extended her hand, reaching out towards Rey and as Rey was about to take her hand, Luna collapsed and passed out. The Crimson pack was able to drive back the Ascenders who sustained heavy losses and had to fall back, it was their first defeat in 300 years.

Oren was just a bounty ranker at partial Cosmos Rank, so of course, he could not damage the Nine Turning Star Iron. “Oren, to be honest, I do know what this is. However, you can’t take it back even after I tell you. I promise I will pay enough to compensate you. What do you think?”

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

"And if we refuse?" Cyrus looked up at the black ship. "Then we move to 'Active Liquidation.' We reclaim the asset by force. The Oasis will be the first to go. Their Crawlers are particularly susceptible to our frequency-scramblers. They won't even have time to suffocate; their lungs will simply stop recognizing oxygen." The Choice of the Cinders

She was sure of that. “Well, I could compare you to the stars as well. Should I?” he chuckled and then went on. “Sometimes so distant and far away they seem so untouchable. However, the lights they shine are timeless in the way we understand time here on earth. Sometimes they make things out of nothing, and others, they can destroy everything around them, but that doesn’t change how they look as they sparkle against the darkness around them. They are also a beacon of hope and have a calming effect on people like me and you. Knowing that we once came to this planet as nothing more than spots of dust on a rock. Their beauty is everlasting, and people will see them in lifetimes before and after

My ears popped painfully as the air pressure dropped. "Shields up!" Wolfy gasped. He clutched his stomach, his face pale green. "We aren't alone," Barzil warned. He struggled to stand against the gravity. His legs shook. Red lights flared in the cargo bay. The strobe effect was disorienting. INTRUDER DETECTED. Four security droids detached from the ceiling. They were sleek, spider-like machines. Their servos whirred—a high-pitched mechanical whine. They were armed with stun-batons that crackled with blue electricity.

Inez offered the Cinder Dagger, forged in volcanic glass and imbued with the essence of phoenix flame. “This blade can sever the Hollow’s tether to flesh,” Inez explained. “Use it wisely.” Petrov tested its edge, slicing a warded cord. Silver sparks flew, the ward unraveling in embers. “Powerful,” Sokolov murmured. Inez nodded. “Together, we can ignite every sealing circle in Europe.” They pledged the cinder dagger to the Circle and departed under cover of night, the flame-born relic tucked safely in Sokolov’s pack.