Onyx Denver Novels & Stories

It was always quiet and beautiful here, and he’d timed the sunset perfectly. The sun blazed its final glory behind the tallest peak as it settled in for the night. The color was breathtaking. Orange and blue clouds filled the sky and reflected off the mountain peaks. Everything was bathed in color and light. “It’s a Bronco sunset,” Dylan remarked. He stood next to her, looking out at the view. “A what?” Bonnie asked, confused. She didn’t look at him but rather continued to stare at the sky. “A Bronco sunset,” Dylan repeated. “The Denver Broncos are the football team here. Their colors are orange and blue. When the sky is like this, the locals say that it proves God is a Bronco fan.”

But Deimon's calming presence, a constant reminder of their bond, held him back. Frustration mounted within Onyx. He couldn't act on his primal urges. So, with a defeated sigh (well, as close to a sigh as a wolfdog could manage), he slunk back inside, seeking solace in his bed. There, he discovered a half-empty bottle of spilled beer – a casualty of Deimon's emotional turmoil. Onyx, ever resourceful, decided to drown his own frustrations in the same way. Lapping up the spilled beer, he indulged in a very un-wolfdog-like activity – getting drunk.

Time: Thursday, December 12, 2024 | Evening Location: The Onyx Room, The Olympus Casino The Onyx Room was a sanctuary of shadow and sin, hidden deep within the sub-basement of the Olympus. The air was thick with the scent of hand-rolled Cuban cigars, twenty-year-old scotch, and the quiet, electric desperation of men gambling away fortunes they couldn't afford to lose. The only sounds were the soft, hypnotic whisper of cards on fresh felt and the gentle, rhythmic clink of heavy poker chips, a sound like falling coins in a king’s tomb.

The problem was he was an asshole, at least to me. Oh me? I’m Phoenix Greeley, at least I think I am. I just turned 18 and have been a member of the Silver Moon pack forever. I never knew my parents or my last name, so I have my adopted parents name. I was loved and sheltered. My brother, Lance, also tried to include me in every event or outing he was involved in. Here’s the thing, My adopted family is white, yep blonde haired, blue eyed and me well I’m not white, I’m black mixed with some native American so I’m literally the fly in the buttermilk. My skin is the color of mocha or milk chocolate. I love my color, it’s rich and smooth, but some don’t appreciate it. I have light brown eyes; fu

"Yes. The- the bombs and other explosive devices was on the venue already. If in any- ahh! In any case the negotiation will screw up we will burn the whole place. Mike - warriors was already on the move and is boarding in Praetor Lupus, but majority of them were residing in the north den. Though they couldn't penetrate the main base but we have control on the entire London. De Quincy and the Magister's headquarters were on standby if anything came up." "And the others?" "The others were gathering the black market to trade until tonight as much as they can. They've already controlled some powerful countries who were obsessed with drugs and blackmailed them to grant whatever wished they had in

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.”

"Yes. Marcus can drive us down to this new place in the theater district; The Onyx. Liz said the rooftop views are incredible, and we haven't had a proper drink all week." I looked down at her, her eyes bright with a demanding, expectant sort of affection. I wanted nothing more than to go back to my penthouse, sink to the bottom of the pool, and let the water drown out the noise. But the mask had to be maintained. "Fine," I said, opening the car door for her. "Just one drink." The Onyx was exactly the kind of place Vivian loved; difficult to access unless somebody important already knew your name, dimly lit, with velvet booths and a sweeping view of the glittering Manhattan skyline.

She opened her eyes and looked Delphine straight in her eyes, “Do you honestly feel that will do anything to me? You forget, Delphine; you and I have done this before. You have also burned me before. Try something new.” Delphine smiled, “Onyx, it’s nice that you have joined the party. How about a nice shot of wolfsbane for you? Straight down the throat.” Onyx laughed, “You did that the second time you tried to torture me. What else do you have?” She chuckled, “A shot of liquid silver? Wait. You are immune to silver.” Onyx just smiled and nodded.

Onyx had to make sure the redhead didn't smell like anything before they walked out of her home and arrived at the pack house, helping others with decorating. "Pass me the blub?" Onyx requested from where she stood at a ladder in the middle of the living room, trying to fix the lighting. She extended her hand out and Gwen gave her a white sparkling bulb. Onyx fixed the lighting and just then, her line of sight landed on a she-wolf who has mistakenly hit her hand with a hammer. A yelp left her, however, before Onyx could reach out to her, the girl's mate was immediately by her side, caressing her hand with the utmost care that had Onyx's stomach suddenly twisting with jealousy and a newfound

Saturday dawned over Denver with a sky so blue it looked painted, the kind of day that begged for something big, something unforgettable. The city buzzed with anticipation, every sports bar and living room tuned to the same story: Jeremy Davis, once the heart of the Denver Mustangs, now owner and GM of the Colorado Cannibals, was making his improbable comeback as quarterback. The Cannibals’ season, their locker room, and maybe even Jeremy’s own future, all hung in the balance.