Onyx Dallas Texas Novels & Stories

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉 I arrived at the location where I was supposed to meet Ox and Pierre. The Onyx Room A private, soundproof lounge wrapped in black marble and silence. The kind of place where secrets are born and people disappear. This is where I carry out most of my demonic work… where I meet my clients. And when I say clients, I mean the kind of people who pay to see someone die. If it isn't about killing someone, then I'm not interested in that shit.

Lexi came out of the bedroom of the four-bedroom Dallas home that Brock owned. He had purchased it when he had first moved to Texas. It had been two weeks since that horrible weekend at the Mosley Estate. Lexi had made it back to the estate that stormy night. By the time she had made it back to the mausoleum, Brock had made his way outside. He was holding his shoulder as he grimaced in pain.

I glanced down at River. River gave me an encouraging nod. “You got this,” River mouthed to me. “Here is a name I haven’t heard in a while. Dallas Parker,” The announcer said. Roy Aimes was the announcer as he always was when I was growing up. My heart thudded in my chest. Please, god, don't let me fuck this up. My hands became slick with sweat, which made it harder to hold onto the reigns. The horn blew. Crixus and I flew forward. I didn't dare take my eyes off the barrels. It was difficult not to look up at the clock.

The smaller immediately pouted at it and then put it down to gather his stuff. Ford really fucking wished the alpha would stop taking his damn coffee. Dallas stood, his elbow was grabbed, it was his alpha seat-neighbor, “You know, you’ve been really glowing lately. I wished I noticed sooner because you’re honestly really beautiful. You wanna go out some time? I’ll give you my number.” The omega kind of just looked at him. Was he... blind or something? Did he not just see Dallas’s hands all over him? Could he not smell Dallas Oaks on him? “U-uhm..”

"Wit looks better on me than it does on you." "You guys-aren't dating, are you?" Orion glanced between the two of us, looking confused and unsure. I scoffed but before I had a chance to laugh in his face for even assuming that, Dallas answered. "That is-classified." "No, it's not." I quickly retorted, giving him an odd look. What the hell was that? "We are not dating-at all." Dallas rolled his eyes. "No," he placed a hand over his heart, gasping dramatically. "Never."

Onyx said with pride. "Now, we need to take care of him and this Damon guy at once, to finally shut the public and I think I have a way to lure both of them out," he announced. "Really?" Wyatt questioned. "Yes, Damon would have no choice but to expose himself and we can kill him," Onyx replied. "We need to be available when Bryce announces her death, so when the door arrive, we move," Onyx instructed as Wyatt nods. "It would be too suspicious if we are not around," he muttered. "Then we would call the rest and fix a date for our first victory," he added in excitement.

The next morning at Solid Security, Hunter Sullivan gazed at his boss, his dark eyes hard. “A fellow ex-Marine?” he asked. “Yeah.” Dallas sucked back his third coffee of the day, feeling like it wasn’t nearly enough. “But unlike you, he’s a real bastard.” “Yeah, he sounds it.” Sully shook his head. “So who am I going to Oregon with?” “Well, I have an idea,” Dallas said slowly. “Something a bit different, so just hear me out, OK?”

All of a sudden, the buzzing sound of my phone inside the pockets of my classic trousers pulled me back into reality. “Its Dallas. When have you been back?” His voice sounded so gentle in a woman’s ears, but it did nothing to faze me, not even the slightest. Dallas Couglan is basically the most skilled researcher scientist werewolf of the entire Blood Moon Pack. He spends most of his time in the basement, and no one’s ever seen his face fully without his mask on, including me. “Yesterday night. Hey, remember that thing you offered me five years ago?” I asked eagerly.

He roared and tore out of his room down the stairs into the courtyard in front of the packhouse to the growls and snarls of fighting. Phoenix also was shaken awake from the dream who was panting and sweating in anticipation of experiencing Gael and then the siren of danger rang out bringing her out of the sexual stupor she was in. Rising out of bed and running into her closet and throwing on a sports bra and sweatpants, no shoes she barrels out of the house mindlinking Ron and Tina who were already standing out front watching as the courtyard was surrounded by warriors, Alpha Montrose’s warriors, with him out front with the biggest smirk on his face.

She’s in full mother tiger mode. The talk with Linc goes as well as I expected. It ends with me sitting in the living room with my head back trying to keep my bloody nose from making a mess. I refused to defend myself because I completely understand his anger. Beth, the baby, and Shelby are next door. They’ll stay on Shelby’s side of the duplex until Dax arrives. Dax is another thing my brother’s angry about. Dax is the president of Desert Crows, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. They have close ties with Moon’s organization but it’s not widely known. If Gimonde gets anywhere near the Crows’ compound, Dax and his men will defend their territory to the death.