Onyx Dust Rs3 Novels & Stories

They used daggers and swords made up of silver and Ashwood to kill rogues and vampires. At every front, they took their attackers off guard and attacked them with the clear intention of killing them in one strike. Onyx used his speed, flexibility, and strength to kill the vampires and rogues as well in one blow. With every splash of blood on his body, he felt a weird and sick satisfaction in his heart. Every strike of his paws killing either a vampire or a rogue increased the level of his excitement and he struck the next one with more excitement. He roared and beat his chest like a wild beast before pouncing on the enemies, moving among trees and on the ground as well.

I could feel their hunger, their need to dominate. This ranking system wasn’t just a game—it was a war waiting to happen. My wolf stirred, restless, eager for the challenge. But something else tugged at me, a faint pull I couldn’t shake. I pulled out my phone, the screen flashing with the notification. Cassian Virex. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 95. The three-point Bloodborn bonus had pushed me higher, just shy of perfection. Ronan leaned over, whistling low. “Ninety-five, huh? Not bad, golden boy. Guess I’ll have to settle for second place.” He flashed his screen—Rank 92, plus his own three-point boost.

We hide behind the bushes and threes and Onyx nods to 4 of our men to take Jack's men down. They sneak up to them from behind the bushes before running up to them and tackling them in their run. The rest of us run out after them and spread around further into the territory taking down Jack's men as we go. I can feel Onyx's anger and adrenaline as he takes control and I feel like I am watching myself from outside of my body as Onyx aggressively takes down any man that attacks him. He looks around sniffing in the air trying to find our mate's smell, but she is not near enough for us to smell her yet. We keep running and tackling wolves before we reach one of the cellars. Onyx jumps down the st

(Come to me, my male! “Let him come to me, Onyx.” As if her voice was the light to the beast’s path, she heard Onyx’s bones breaking one after another and slowly fur sprouted breaking through his skin. Sharp claws and canines struggled through his paw and gums. Under the moonlight, the beast is once again born gazing down at her with his golden eyes. His power and dominance oozed out of his pores.

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.

There are jars of dried herbs, hand-labeled in delicate script: valerian, yarrow, motherwort, wolfsbane— I pause, noticing that one’s corked tighter than the rest. My gaze settles on Roxy—she’s a shifter, I can tell without a doubt. There’s no blood, no bruises, no sign she fought back. She’s lying there as though she’s been mildly poisoned. It has to be the bane.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

A gown not black or white, but a color both pale and bold, overlaid with dark lace and gems that caught the light and twinkled as I moved. Just as I began to descend the stairs, Nox turned away from the other she-wolves, granting me his full attention. With a swipe of his hand, he waved away the guards that were inching closer. Three steps and every head in the room was turned my way, but it wasn’t until the tenth that Nox’s scent hit me like a ton of bricks, more painful than anything I’d endured these past four years. Just as it had at fourteen, Nox’s scent embodied everything beautiful about this pack. It carried the vanilla and tangerine notes of the white firs and ponderosas, interwoven

She pulled out a small handful of something grey and glittering. Iron dust. It was a dirty fighter's trick. Throw it in the opponent's eyes, blind them, and then break them while they screamed. Philia turned back to Oreon, feinting a stumble to get him to step closer. Oreon, seeing an opening, stepped in. "ALPHA! EYES!" Eltonia screamed. It was a desperate shriek that seemed to echo through the noise of the crowd. Oreon didn't question her. He didn't look at her. He trusted the voice that had guided him through the fire eleven years ago.

Addanc's was brownish, mighty and its eyes were pitch black while Seth wasn't on his four like every other wolf, he stood on his two, covered in black furs and had the sharpest claws Onyx has never seen and his eyes were again a peculiar red. In a flash, both wolves were at each other's throats, rolling on the ground and destroying anything on their paths, and building after building crumbled to the ground. Suddenly, Onyx felt whatever pressing her down got released. She and everyone else jumped to their feet. They helped their Alpha while Onyx ran over to Ruel had continued bleeding out.