Onyx Denver Novels & Stories

Denver’s voice was soft and calming – more of like hypnotizing every bit of her. “D-Denver…” She unconsciously called his name. Her eyes moved away because of the insolent action she took. She shouldn’t have done that. He was the Alpha of their pack, and she was just a mere servant omega. She shouldn’t be calling him by his name. But Denver stared at her – like it was melting her. She couldn’t stand his eyes, but Denver put his thumb and index finger under her chin to make her look at him. “Look at me.” He seriously commanded, which made her snap her eyes towards him.

The one who was supposed to be dead. The name alone brings back memories I’ve tried to bury. The fights, the way Orion spiraled after Zane rejected him, and then Zane’s death before he could leave the pack. It had been brutal, messy, a final closure on something that never should’ve happened. Or at least, that’s what we thought. I swallow hard, my throat dry. /“Where did you see him?”/ Orion’s gaze flickers away, and I can feel his walls going up again. /“In Vegas. He was with some wolves I didn’t recognize. I didn’t approach, but I know it was him— he still has the fucking tattoo.”/

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

In case Jaxon blocks his sanity again. “Where’s Gavin?” asked Jaxon, whom Rey believed was courtesy. “Do you really want to know the answer?” Jaxon shrugged nonchalantly. “Lately, a lot of newcomers roam around our region. I’m sure this has something to do with the spider organization,” Rey said while supervising GC visitors. They weren’t talking about local people but other criminal organizations starting to create havoc in Denver. Many of them came from different factions. Even several Motorcycle Clubs also took part. And they both know the reason for the movement.

(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.