Onyx Edition Risk Novels & Stories

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

She flipped a few pages and her hands shook with uncertainty. The path forward was foggy and complicated. Every step she took seemed like it had the possibility of altering everything, tilting the balance in an questionable way. The Onyx wolf wasn’t only a source of power—it was a dam, containing something far larger, something dangerous. And Serena wasn’t sure she was ready.

Onyx panicked, her struggles getting stronger Oswald's eyes were vague and his grip lengthened on Ruel's neck. "I'm been nice enough, it's time I put my threats into good use..." His smirk darkened. "... staring with my Beta here," "No!" Onyx shrieked. "I swear to the goddess I will kill you, Oswald. Don't you dare touch him!!" Oswald stared deep into Ruel's grimy eyes. "What do you say, Ruel? Join me to greatness or meet your demise?"

“Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, and apparently communication isn’t my strong suit, so I’m just going to say the shit, and I expect you to hold the questions for now. Onyx is a vampire and wolf hybrid. She didn’t know. I found out a little while back and just told her maybe two hours ago. She fucking left like the hard headed asshole she is without even giving me a chance to explain. But I love her and I’m not accepting that. So I’m going after her and I’m going to bring her back or die trying. If I don’t make it, Manix will be alpha. I just need you all to carry on and do what you’re supposed to. Help everything to run smoothly. I know it’s selfish and probably a dick move, but I need h

While I was going through my mental breakdown, she continued to stare at me until I couldn’t take it anymore. “What is it, Karyna?” I asked finally, breaking the ice. “I managed to hear a little bit from your conversation, despite how rude it is to eavesdrop,” she started slowly, and I could hear the panic bells ring through my ears, but I continued to stay nonchalant. “From what I eavesdropped, I learned that Onyx is in danger,” I nearly let out a sigh of relief. Oh, she didn't hear anything about the werewolves. Great.

Holding my breath to keep his scent from muddling my brain, I looked up at him and smirked. We were so close I could slit his throat if I wanted, but where was the fun in that? His cold eyes tracked over the scalpel in my hand. I trailed the tip over his chest, wondering if his thin t-shirt would split should I apply just a hint of pressure. “How important is it Nox? What are you willing to give?” Those eyes of his flicked up to my face. An emotion just as sharp as the blade I handled flickered within them. “Anything. Name your price.”

He had leaned forward, resting one hand on the table, while the other controlled the mouse, pulling up stock data. “Take a look at this,” He said, gesturing towards the monitor. But Ivory’s gaze remained on him. “Elixiron’s value has risen by 9% despite the damage incurred not too long ago. And I’m sure that’s because of what’s happening to Ødexa. So in a way,” he looked at her and with their faces inches apart, he smirked. “You can say this is the Lord’s way of… helping?” “Bullshit,” Ivory suddenly felt defensive. Perhaps it was because Lucien didn’t see the progress that happened as the doing of the hard work she had put it, but rather, because of what was happening to Ødexa.

The kind that always followed lines being crossed. Then Vahl looked at her, expression unreadable. “And what do you think we’re doing, Mara?” he asked. “We’re not building a therapist. We’re building control. Predictive, persuasive, programmable control. That’s why ONYX exists. That’s why you’re here.” Mara looked at him, sickened. “I signed up to build safety nets. Behavior stabilization. Crisis prevention.” “You signed up,” Vahl said coldly, “because you wanted to change the world.”

It felt comforting to reconnect with someone who was supportive. As evening began to paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, Onyx grew quiet, his gaze lingering on me with a mix of fondness and longing. He tentatively reached out, his hand inching closer, but I raised mine gently, creating a barrier between us. “Onyx,” I murmured softly, meeting his eyes with a silent warning, “you can’t get too close. If Zavier senses your scent on me... it’ll only cause more complications for both of us.”

He runs to find Hunter to come up with a plan. We spot Hunter's wolf fighting two other wolves. Onyx doesn't hesitate and jumps on top of the wolf just before it launches Hunter from behind and instantly sinks his teeth into the wolf's neck before ripping out his throat. Onyx turns around to see Hunter still fighting the other wolf and just when he runs up to help a loud alarm pounds through the air. It hurts my ears and all the wolves stop fighting. Onyx tries to cover his ears when all Jack's men run off. That can't be good.