Onyx Denver Co Novels & Stories

I entered the date of that night. Click. The heavy steel mechanism rolled back. The safe swung open without a sound. Inside lay three thick, black binders and a stack of legal documents. I ignored the corporate stocks and the foreign bonds, reaching straight for the binder labeled Onyx Holdings: Domestic Assets. I flipped it open, my eyes scanning the pages under the pale moonlight. There were blueprints. Schematics of a sprawling, heavily guarded compound situated in the empty desert miles outside the city limits. St. Jude’s Extended Care Facility.

Below us, the clouds parted to reveal Onyx City. It wasn't just a city; it was a fortress of glass and light hidden deep within the caldera of an extinct supervolcano. Towering skyscrapers of black obsidian and steel pierced the sky, connected by glowing sky bridges. Maglev trains zipped between the spires like silver veins. It was a marvel of Lycan engineering, a place where ancient magic met cutting-edge technology. "It’s... massive," Ashren whispered. "It houses two million Lycans," I said. "The wealthiest, most powerful packs in the world live here. It is a long way from the log cabins of Silver Creek."

' I demand picking up the internal phone and calling Carter, who is one of my best tech guys. 'Get in here now.' I ordered him, then cut the call and turned to Darius. 'What else do we know?' He shuffles his feet and then clears his throat. Denver is an Alpha wolf. His Pack is called the Red Moon. They are a small, compact Pack made up of four brothers and their families. Denver is the Alpha; he is unmated. Then there is Texas, he has a mate and two pups, next is Dallas, he also has a mate with one pup and another on the way, and the youngest is Utah, he's unmated. There are a few cousins and their mates as well, and they all work for that company.'

He asked, shocked. “I’ve been trying to reach him, but I’ve been unable to. I'm worried because that’s very strange.” “Alright, sure. I’ll look into him briefly,” he informed me, and I could hear the clacking of the keys on the keyboard. “Call you back,” He hung up the call and my stomach churned even further. Ten minutes later, Ryder called back and I answered at the second ring. “Any news?” I asked worriedly. “You are right to be worried,” he told me, cursing under his breath. “Onyx has been kidnapped. He was last seen outside his motel four days ago.”

She was strong and wicked smart. I left my office and walked down the black marble halls of the Onyx packhouse. It was mid-July and sweltering hot outside, but the cool marble of the hallways kept the pack house temperate. I walked outside to the back of the house and looked over the small glacial lake that guarded our northern border. Onyx was based up at the top of Silverthorne Mountain in the northern coastal mountains of British Columbia. There was a snowpack at the top of the peak that remained all seasons, and the lake was frozen over the majority of the year. However, from June to August the blistering heat melted the lake and made the alpine wildflowers bloom, turning the meadows int

he said to her before they walked out. As it turned out, Dennis hadn't been exaggerating when he had called the division Olympus. It was, in fact, an Olympus. From what Megan could deduce from the chilly, seemly thin air that greeted them immediately they stepped out into the open, the building was actually constructed within a mountain to open at its top through the passageway they had taken. Everywhere she looked, bright blue afternoon sky stretched as far as she could see; a great silence reigning over the environment to be punctuated every few seconds by the sound of waves crashing against rocks below.

After Darian stopped by the kitchen to tell the staff to prepare a fresh tray of food and take it up to Raven so she could eat the moment she woke up, we headed toward the Cold Quarters. That was the isolated section of the mansion where Onyx and the other battered Northern Alphas were currently being detained. To be fair, none of them were in any physical shape to try and escape anyway after the beating Raven had delivered. Darian pushed one of the doors open with a dull creak, and the two of us entered the brightly lit room. I stopped in my tracks as I spotted Onyx. He was seated quietly in a plush, cushioned chair close to the large glass window, staring blankly out at the green fields. H

But when she remembered why she came in here, she turned to him and said, “The Onyx Clan told everyone who owes the Xander family money to gather at Neptune’s Cove tomorrow. You’ll be going there to collect the money from them.” “Nice! They sure have really good organization skills!” Kiran said with no hint of fear. Snow’s eyes were filled with rage, and she thought to herself. “He’s such an idiot!” She suppressed her anger and said, “The Onyx Clan is the most powerful organization in Bayville. They’re the kingpins of the underground and have hundreds of members! They—” “Are you afraid that you’ll become a widow?” Kiran was puzzled as he interrupted her. In an instant, Snow’s concern vanishe

(Good night, little Vixen. The drive back to his penthouse was short. The city was slowly falling asleep, while the nightlife was only waking up. He was soon entering his penthouse through the private elevator. After taking a shower, he changed out of his suit. With a glass of scotch, Onyx stood by the window in his office overlooking the beautiful city. The sound of footsteps approached and after a knock on the door, the person walked into the dark office. "So it was really you," Onyx stated, his voice deadly cold, and he could hear the woman trembling in dread.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst