Onyx East Tampa Novels & Stories

The worst thing imaginable is being a Ramos-Benley-Troy sandwich. I let out a breath of relief when Ramos happily obliges and takes my place beside the idiot he calls his only friend. "I love black beaches." I sigh in content and lean back on my beach towel, enjoying the contrast of the blue waters against the black sand. I'm glad Minnesota's Onyx Beach has recently been opened to the public. I gotta admit, it's in pristine condition. Still, it does not make me want to swim in the warm water, especially because this site was once used for taconite mining.

Ron blinked at my spiel in shock. “No party, then.” I huffed in frustration. Whatever. There was no use getting worked up, I had other things to focus on for now. “What pack is the fletcher in?” I inquired of Ron after a moment of silence passed between us. Ron grimaced. “He’s not in a pack. I didn’t mention it earlier because I didn’t want Gen to get anxious but...” “But what?” I pressed when he trailed off with a tense sigh. “Our guy's name is Orion and his workshop just so happens to be located in the Neutral Zone.”

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

It was still too dark to see what exactly it was. The moment I stepped a foot closer my wolf pushed against my skin. What was...? The creature unfurled its limbs, the pointy looking edges glinting dimly. It was an Onyx beast. How had it made its way from its natural habitat to the pack's barn? It was commonly seen in areas with large bodies of water. Not on dry land like here. Something rolled towards me as the body of the beast grew tense. It was Boma's half eaten body.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”