Onyx Dc Comics Novels & Stories

The drops of water rolled down my body as I cleansed myself. I stepped out, my hair dripping wet and my body too. I walked to my closet as I pulled out my towel and began drying myself. When I was done I applied lotion and slipped on a pair of black jeans, a white shirt and a badass looking leather jacket. I dried my hair thing in a high ponytail and slipped on some awesome looking boots. I pulled out a black cape and slipped it on. Why am I dressed so comfortable? We are going to meet the Oracle today.

Jasper called after him, the bigger man not as fast as Hector. "There's two lines of tracks, you take care of Asena if it's her!" "How would I know!?" "Pure white wolf! A patch of black over one eye!" "And the twinblood!?" "Simple! Pitch black fur apparently!" "Got it!" They heard the roars and snarles ahead, the two were taring at each other, Hector knew an omega never stands a chance against Asena so he built his first attack in the run.

Some Omegas do end up with Warriors if they are lucky. His smell distracts me, lowering my alertness as I slip my fingers into myself - toying with my sensitive lips. My own scent begins to mix with his, very lightly. I try to hide myself as best as I can - not wanting him to find me. Rhory lets out a low possessive growl, quickening his pace of his hand on his cock, jerking it with more vigor as if something is aiding him better. Those whines cease, moans growing louder and louder before he finally lets out a long sigh in release. His seed sprays onto the forest floor, its scent much stronger than his arousal.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

Michael exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder and admiration. "You are as fascinating and stunning as the rumors say, young master Onel!" Kevin chimed in, his words carrying a mix of awe and reverence. The alphas, including Kevin and Blue, clapped their hands in appreciation of Onel's display of power and beauty. Blue, however, found himself in a state of shock. He was accustomed to seeing Onel meekly following him like a loyal puppy, always by his side. But tonight, something about Onel seemed different, apart from the obvious transformation into a wolf.

“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.

The dark circles beneath her eyes seemed a little less harsh in the soft moonlight filtering through the window. Suddenly, I felt Onyx edge closer to the surface of my mind. He wasn't aggressive or arrogant this time. His presence was quiet, hesitant, and strangely nervous. "Marcellous?" Onyx whispered inside my skull. "What?" My beast paused for a long moment, staring out through my eyes at the sleeping girl. *Do you think... when her wolf finally awakens... do you think her wolf will like me?" Onyx asked, his voice rough and uncertain. "Do you think I might scare her too?"

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

His dark red hair is the symbol of fire within him and the black eyes are the darkness he holds for his enemy. His body’s aura screaming power. I wanted to submit myself under his command, but something inside my brain warned me not to. I held my breath and waited for the conversation to come into my direction. “Dad! I missed you!” Fiarra hugged her father. “I missed you too, darling!” and his eyes noticed me standing between his family, “who is this young man?” he asked. Fiarra turned to look at me and replied back to her father, “Dad! He is Onyx, my mate!”

Onyx clapped a hand on my shoulder to try and reassure me as I walked back to our bedroom. I growled, "I'm not resting until she has been found. You know my wolf won't settle without our mate." "Where would you like to start looking?" Onyx was a good Delta. He never argued with me, he followed his orders and only asked the pertinent questions. If I wanted someone killed, Onyx asked who and how. If I wanted someone tortured, Onyx simply waited for me to give him a name and he carried out the rest. Sometimes, Onyx was so in tune to what I wanted, that I didn't need to say a word. Onyx was already handling the situation how I wanted things done.