Onyx Cinder Star Wars Novels & Stories

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.

It was the Wardens’ crest, but backwards and shattered. “He was about to start work up again,” I murmured. “This was his new base.” Lyra walked up and down alongside one of the larger pods. “And these are his prototypes.” “His weapons,” Nox corrected. I walked a bit, the torch kissing face after face, wondering how many of them had names. How many had stories? How many of them were like Jasmine, like Vira, like me? How many were Crownless, yet were never given the power to be presented with a choice. Then it happened. A sound. Glass shifting. Not behind us. Beside me.

Jared said. "A while," Kai repeated. "Well, I have a mate, so I wasn't alone for a while and I have a family," Jared said. "Really, that's interesting, no wonder there was a female scent in this room," Kai muttered. "Your mate, is she also a fighter?" Kai asked. "No, she handles decorations," Jared replied. "I would love to see her skill, maybe I could partner her up with Xylah," he commented. "Oh that would be too much of a favor and I don't think I will be able to pay such a favor," Jared says.

“Welcome to the Silver Moon territory.” She met my gaze steadily, her expression unreadable. “Thank you for allowing me entry, Rykor,” she replied coolly, though there was a tremor of unease in her voice. I nodded, taking in her defiant posture and the guarded pain in her eyes. “Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you around.” As we walked through the lush greenery that surrounded the estate, I caught glimpses of my pack members watching us from a distance—eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The stories of the Luna of Death were not easily forgotten, and her presence here was nothing short of a marvel.

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

"We need to intercept them. The Frostfang are chasing Micah and Cinder." "How many?" Dax asked. "Dozens. Maybe more." "Then we ride." --- We rode east at dusk. Farrah, Dax, me, Ignis, Sol, Nox, and a dozen warriors. The bond guided us—Micah's thread, warm and bright. We found them at the river. Cinder was clutching the Heart of Winter—a shard of blue ice, pulsing with cold light. Micah was fighting three Frostfang wolves, his blade flashing.

He was fit, but that just meant he took care of his body. “You know how I love to annoy you, Sapphire mainly because she won’t tell me what my mates location is, but you and Pyrite too,” he said nonchalantly looking back at the door to his tag-along. “Oh, where are my manners. Onyx, this Obsidian Valdar. He is my right hand man. Like the wolf's Beta, I guess.” Vandal waved Obsidian in as he plopped onto Sapphire’s chair, Obsidian just nodded and stayed in his location.

Gerey landed after and Jeyrin stood next to him, together they watched flames incinerate the body to ashes. It was just a matter of time before other creatures found the body of the beast so they hurried on. “What's that creature?” Gerey asked Jeyrin as they turned into another lane and journeyed deep through another corridor that had a better luminescence than the one they left. “It's a Certoana.” ** The torch Sir. Oswic held firmly in his hand dropped melted whitish wax from the heat's impact as he walked cautiously - without his footsteps making a noise, to wherever fate led him.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?