Onyx Denver Novels & Stories

"A moment, boss." I didn’t have a moment. I didn’t have patience. Not when it came to her. Seconds ticked by, each one a lifetime, my fingers tightening around the phone, my knuckles white. The room around me blurred, the faces of the clan leaders fading into the background as I waited, my breath sharp, my pulse pounding in my ears. Then, Onyx." The name hit me like a physical blow. Onyx. The club was a den of sin and seduction, a place where the elite went to lose themselves. Where the music was loud, the lights were low, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and whiskey and desire.

My body felt as if it were on fire. Every nerve ending was pulsing in hot agony. I felt Onyx break the restraints in my mind, making my head pulse with tiny explosions of pain. Then he forced the shift, all within a matter of seconds. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ ‘Later,’ he growled, ‘I have some business to take care of first.’ I knew exactly what business he was referring to. Onyx was a bloodthirsty wolf. He loved the hunt. Loved being on the front lines. But more importantly, he loves to protect.

"Knox sneers. His cold raspy voice startles us both and I jump back away from Orion. Orion looks disappointed and angry at the interruption. His mismatched eyes almost turn black. He takes a breath to try to control his wolf. The insult is painful and the only thing I want to do right now is to walk away . It's like my heart is breaking into tiny pieces again My heart leaps when I see my ex-mate. Knox is standing with his arms crossed with his muscles bulging through the black shirt . He is wearing a black cap that reveals only part of his icy-blue eyes . He clenchs his jaw like he is jealous and steps forward slowly

Onyx pushed forward and looked at him intently through my eyes, making the color change, and Falcon took a step backward and watched me with awe. “His name is Hati, and he is a demon wolf; a demi-god, if that makes it easier to comprehend,” Onyx spoke through me. I pushed him back and my eyes returned to their normal blue. “What the fuck was that?” Falcon asked me with wide eyes. “That was Onyx. He’s my wolf and he appeared after a visit from a goddess, and no, I can’t tell you anything else about it,” I said, and filled my glass with Scotch.

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.

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

Zayden Mercer The scent hits my nose the moment I step into the villa. The luxury holiday cottage which the school had prepared for our hockey teams as we competed with Worcester’s Polar Titans. I marched into the house. There in the central living room, Ronan Devereux was sprawled on a sofa, trousers and underwear pooled around his ankles, legs spread wide with his co*k visible for all to see. Between his thighs was a male omega, probably one of the offerings sent by teams hoping to poach him for the professional league next season.

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.

Onyx immediately barks orders as he moves large items in front of doors and windows so no one can enter. Within an hour, the Cabin seems safer than any locked cell I have seen. Onyx has stationed a set of chairs at the top of the stairs, connecting the main stairwell and the servant’s passage. No one will enter the rooms unless they come in through the windows with us sitting there. As promised, we took the first watch, and everyone else went to sleep. “You are more than welcome to go to sleep, my love.” Onyx lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Not without you.” I gargle out through the need growing between my legs. “You know I can smell you, right?” “Good,” I whisper seductively. “I

The men's eyes glazed over, they were mind linking, shortly after they opened the door and pushed Venus in. She shivered, her wolf was in a frenzy, and her heart was about to beat out of her chest, she didn't dare look up. Dante sat in his chair, his Beta, Knox, sat in the chair in front of him, as they discussed pack matters. Knox was a scary man to most, he was 6'2 with oozing muscle, defined features, and mahogany-colored hair, his brows were thick and there was a light scar running across his right cheek, it only added to his frightening allure. His eyes were a sharp color of metallic grey, it looked striking against his tanned features, and his thick beard, women craved his attention, h