Onyx Cinder Star Wars Novels & Stories

LAUREN'S POV Hunter, who was standing beside me, called the warriors together. "Guys, let's all go back and freshen up quickly and join the Luna here before we reunite with our families," Hunter said with a firm voice as the true beta that he is. I nodded in agreement, and we all started to make our way back to our den. As we walked, Uncle Darryl joined me while we walked towards our house, " Bianca, you did so well out there and you made each warrior's work easier because you fought so hard but I was worried about your wolf." he said feeling emotional.

Solara poured the liquid Fire-Glass over it—a shimmering, translucent orange substance that looked like captured sunlight. As the two materials met, a discordant, screeching sound filled the cavern. The obsidian began to crack, the violet light of the Third Star fighting the orange heat of the Cinder-Spark. "It’s rejecting!" Solara yelled, her hand reaching for her spear. "The Silver and the Cinder cannot occupy the same space!" "It’s not rejecting," I hissed, my eyes turning a blinding, solid violet. "It’s negotiating."

for in the next five days, we will execute our fifteenth raid on the Moon Crescent pack, which the queen of war would lead. Applause and cheers filled the hall, and only one thought could cross my shock-ridden mind. "Shit". ~~~ “What the hell was that, Micheal?!” I slammed my hands against the desk in Micheal's office. Anger flowed through my veins like liquid metal, and my breath came off in heavy pants. The clouds darkened outside, and the threats of rain showed themselves to the inhabitants of Earth. Micheal sat in front of me. A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes.

The closer she got, the stronger the metallic scent became–silver mixed with some toxin she was unfamiliar with; it made her stomach turn. She reached for his arm, and the moment her fingers brushed his skin, a spark erupted under her touch—like lightning searing through her veins. Orion's head jerked up. His eyes, though clouded with pain and delirium from whatever her father had injected him with, locked on hers. The growl that tore from his throat was low, instinctive... and alive. "It's me," she whispered, voice shaking. "It's Rey." He blinked slowly, confusion flickering across his face as if the world wasn't entirely real to him. But the bond, those unmistakable sparks, told him the tr

Her eyes widen, the orb glowing, and I see myself in her—a child facing a cosmos of possibility, my legacy hers to carry. Cassia governs this city, her crimson fire now a steady warmth, her amber eyes softened, silver scars a badge of honor. She stands on a crystalline balcony, her fire-etched blade sheathed, her voice commanding yet kind, guiding starborn councils. She catches my gaze, her smile fierce, a nod to our battles, our grief, our triumph. Renn teaches in a radiant grove, his blue aura calm, his relics preserved in a shrine to Lena, their starlight guiding young wielders. He laughs with his students, his voice steady, his loyalty a rock, his radiant orbs a spark for new hymns. Madd

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

The grand doors of the Silver Moon Palace were no longer made of oak and iron; they were a solid slab of lightless black ice that pulsed with a rhythmic, freezing hunger. As Killian stepped onto the frozen flagstones of the courtyard, the air around him began to warp from the sheer intensity of his Alpha fury. Behind him, Cinder and her Sun Pack warriors stood in a jagged line, their copper skin glowing with the fierce radiance of the Tempered Flame. They were the hammer, and the frost was the anvil.

You came for the record. Elara’s heart dropped. The Ledger of Cinder wasn't a vial of air. It was a book. It was the master list of every soul Korth had ever collected, containing the secret locations of where the bodies were buried and the bloodlines they left behind. If someone had that book, they could find the heirs to every fallen kingdom in the world. They could start a hundred wars with a single page. "The Prince doesn't just want Oakhaven," Elara realized, her voice trembling with anger. "He wants the world."

Hello everyone! this book takes place in the mix of book 1. this shows what happens to Leia after she is rescued. Leia POV There is no light at the end of this tunnel for me, if there was well then I wouldn’t know. I was living my current hell, fully conscious of what was happening but having little to no control over my own body. My wolf, Una, has been locked in some sort of cage. She looked smaller than she normally is. Her soft brown fur was mangled and rough, her once bright brown eyes were dim and dark. I shouldn't have gone to that party. I was warned about leaving the pack lands but yet my selfishness got the best of me. "She really is pretty." A man said in a slick tone. Una growled

she replied already turning pink. She was the first and only female to call him by name and he loved it. He was referred to as the lord,Lord Vador or the dark lord.She wasn't scared of him,she even made eyes contacts with him.She was different from ladies in all four empires who were scared of him and wouldn't dare to call him by name. They always threw themselves at him,wanting him to take them to bed and feed on them like it was something to be proud of. "So how would you like to work here with me,as my assistant?"