Onyx French Bulldog Found Novels & Stories

Leaping off Tyson’s dragonian head, Onyx tore apart the beta rogue trying to sneak behind Nox while my beta went rolling down the valley with the rogue king. The fighting warriors on both sides swallowed me up in their midst and I lost track of my mate. Onyx raised up his snout and howled in agony. He couldn’t bear to be away from his dear mate. In that moment of murderous rage, the bloodthirsty canine went on rampage mode to find his beloved. Our dear beta mate.

He looked out the window at the wolves that were running beside the SUV. He searched for his friend that was running next to the window before they got the news that the Lycans had reached the jet and were tearing through it trying to get to the pups. Onyx picked up speed easily passing the wolves ahead of him and the SUV he could no longer be seen. Onyx was the fastest of the warriors even in human form. Blaze knew he was afraid for his mate and his pup. He kissed the top of Mina’s head lightly, pressing his hand on her stomach reassuring himself that his pup was ok. The flutters that followed made him smile; his pup was strong.

He happily calls Onyx. Judith and I look everywhere but at the two of them while Onyx’s naked father is with us, and then the attention turns to us. “Is this our Beautiful Luna?” He requests. “Dad, you do not have any clothing on. I will introduce you to them when you put some pants on.” Onyx tries to encourage him to no avail. “Nudity is something wolves are used to. They are wolves, and I can smell it.” He happily pats Onyx on his cheek and walks around him to us.

I gasped loudly in disbelief but the eyes I saw speaking otherwise. He is Onyx, indeed. Did he have his first shift? He approached us with an elegance in his gait. The shining black coat of fur made me speechless. I was lost for words because I have never seen a black wolf before. The black wolves became extinct almost 22 years ago. “Look guys! I guess it is a buy one get one offer, so grab that piece for me.” Sebastian commanded and his men followed the instruction. They threw the fishnet on him but Onyx grabbed the fishnet between his jaw and tore it with his canines.

But then again, as it turned out, there was a lot about Athalia he did not know. 'Now sniff further. Don't you smell it?' Osouf eagerly urged, wagging his tail and brimming with so much excitement. Theo was wondering what the hell was going on with his wolf. But he immediately stopped what he was doing when he expanded his nostrils, inhaling deeply and scented his blood mixed in her DNA. 'Our pup.' Was all Osouf said. His eyes had searched frantically for the source till he found her again. Bright, beautiful eyes stared straight at him as she fought through the crowd.

He asked, shocked. “I’ve been trying to reach him, but I’ve been unable to. I'm worried because that’s very strange.” “Alright, sure. I’ll look into him briefly,” he informed me, and I could hear the clacking of the keys on the keyboard. “Call you back,” He hung up the call and my stomach churned even further. Ten minutes later, Ryder called back and I answered at the second ring. “Any news?” I asked worriedly. “You are right to be worried,” he told me, cursing under his breath. “Onyx has been kidnapped. He was last seen outside his motel four days ago.”

VIOLET “Who are you?” I asked the voice in my head. “I am Onyx. Your wolf. I’m glad to finally meet you,” she responded warmly. I was about to ask more questions when Axel jumped off the car hood, interrupting me. “So, met your wolf yet?” “No,” I blurted out.

Bradley took the leash and fearlessly ran my fingers behind his ear, earning a couple of licks from the animal. "I want that one over there," I informed the man. This explained what I imagined, which was a combination of an American Foxhound —or fox hunter— with a Labrador . He told that he was about a year old or maybe less. They found him wandering around last week, under heavy rain. This hurricane season had been more severe than last year. When they found the dog, he did not have a tag or some kind of chip to locate the owners, so they thought he was stray.

Onyx lands on top of the wolf and instantly rips out his thought without hesitation before running down the cellar. 'She is not here.' He says while pacing back and forth in front of the cells. He breathes heavily trying to catch his breath. Blood drips on the ground from his teeth. his fur is drenched in blood from tearing out every wolf his throat that gets on his path. I try to reach Hunter through the link. 'she is not here in the cellars. Did you find anything?' 'No nothing here either.' Hunter replies. Onyx runs outside and sniffs the air trying to pick up her smell but nothing but the smell of blood and dead wolves. He runs to find Hunter to come up with a plan.