Onyx French Bulldog Found Novels & Stories

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

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.

“Fetch!" I wanted to transform and tell him we weren't dogs, but Lux smoothly padded over to the stick and picked it up with his mouth, wagging his bushy tail as he placed the stick at the boy's feet. The little fellow laughed and his voice soothed my soul. “Good doggie." He ruffled Lux's fur. “Dominic, something is not right," my wolf informed me. We watched Lux and the boy playing fetch. “What is it Onyx?" “Why is the boy here? You think he heard my howls?"

I mind link his wolf. Onyx’s wolf looks up at me and rubs his face against my hands. His fur is so soft and sparkly. Onyx let’s out a defensive growl and I see a red flash out the corner of my eye. My stomach drops to the bottom of my stomach when I smell his biological father. “Hello Father” Onyx’s wolf says.

Then I put on a shirt and ripped jeans before I went to his office and joined them. “Sorry. It took me longer in the tub.” All eyes were on me, including my man. His eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “What do you have, Luna?” Zack asked me. “Rogue, the smell seems like rotten, and I sensed something else. I think he’s sick.” I pulled out the tissue paper from my pocket. Then I carefully opened it on the desk. “A wolf hair,” Lyon said the obvious. “A black wolf.” My eyes met Califf.

“There’s no name for him yet. You deal with that. Contact the veterinarian if you made changes. Starting from right now, I have nothing to do with that—” She eyed Foxley, the boy intently staring at her as she spoke to Wolfram. Trisha slowed down to make her words clear. “Ti-be-tan Mas-tiff. You hear me? I have nothing to do with that Ti-be-tan Mas-tiff anymore. Say it back.” “…Aunt Trisha has nothing to do with this Tibetan Mastiff anymore…” Foxley spoke slowly to make sure he was saying things correctly. He also expected to be rewarded after getting it right. He was a child after all.

"Do you always leave your window open when you go out?" She was so beautiful. It ache Onyx to look at her sometimes. Even though she was not small, she was elf like, Pettie with heart shaped face, small nose clear skin. And her freckles was begging him to trace them this his tongue. His wolf was content for now, he has been an angry beast for the five months of looking for her. His wolf felt alive than she had been with any other human. Onyx was the same. He had finally found her.

Curious, Olivia followed his gaze and gasped softly, her heart dropping at the sight. Nestled near a small cluster of bushes, nearly hidden among the leaves and twigs, was a tiny, trembling puppy. Its fur was a matted mess, and its small paw appeared to be caught painfully in the tangles of underbrush. The poor creature was whimpering softly, its cries echoing the heart-wrenching distress in its eyes, which glimmered with fear and longing for help. The sight tugged at Olivia’s heart, urging her to act as Sebastian’s expression shifted from calm to concern.

The thing was, I didn’t even think she knew the truth. Fuck. Onyx was a hybrid, a wolf and vampire hybrid. Something that was so rare there were only a couple of confirmed cases. This might explain why she was so damn strong, but she lived in a vampire coven and by all appearances seemed to be a vampire. She fucking hated wolves. Why did she not know? How did she not know? If she wasn’t so damn scary, this might even be funny. But I had to tell her. If my instincts were right, this was kept hidden from her. Someone else had to know. Did her father? I knew he was the leader of her coven. What about her mother? I hadn’t been able to find out much about her in my research and it wasn’t like Ony

The air is thick with the scent of hay and leather. As I walk along the stalls, I run my fingers over the wooden doors, observing the animals inside. Then, at the very end, I notice a horse separate from the others. He’s large, a deep black with a wild mane, his eyes sharp and alert. His ears flick when he notices me, his body tense. I turn to the stable boy nearby. “Why is he kept alone?” The boy hesitates before answering. “That’s Onyx. He doesn’t do well with strangers. Not tempered, that one.”