Onyx From Pokemon Novels & Stories

His fur was as raven as Onyx's and his striking eyes shone with the same icy blue as Dominic's. “You need to turn. I want to talk to him,” Onyx suggested. A moment later, and Dominic turned into his wolf as well. “Can you hear me? “ Onyx tried to reach out to DJ's wolf. “Yes I can,” DJ's Wolf answered. “What's your name? “ “Orion.” “That's a strong name.” Onyx praised. He stepped closer to Orion, and the pup raised his eyes to look at him. “I am your father.” “I know. I can feel it.”

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

His jaw flexing under my touch as he watches and I push back the sickness in my gut, reminding me how much I miss the thought of those sparks with every touch. “But you could help him,” I offer and give him my best puppy dog eyes. Onyx scoffs, but doesn’t remove my hand from his body. He enjoys it too much to call my attention to it, in fear of me talking my hand away. He leans forward, boring his eyes into mine, looking deep into my soul..

But Deimon's calming presence, a constant reminder of their bond, held him back. Frustration mounted within Onyx. He couldn't act on his primal urges. So, with a defeated sigh (well, as close to a sigh as a wolfdog could manage), he slunk back inside, seeking solace in his bed. There, he discovered a half-empty bottle of spilled beer – a casualty of Deimon's emotional turmoil. Onyx, ever resourceful, decided to drown his own frustrations in the same way. Lapping up the spilled beer, he indulged in a very un-wolfdog-like activity – getting drunk.

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.

“If you can put a halter on him before four, he’s yours. No charge. If not, the vet proceeds.” Taren reached for my arm, his grip tight. “Think about this.” I pulled away and asked for the waiver. When the tablet was handed to me, I signed without hesitation. The gate slid open. The moment I stepped inside, I felt him. Onyx stood at the far end of the pen, dark fur rough and uneven, his body tense like a coiled wire. His eyes locked onto mine. He charged. I barely had time to react, throwing myself sideways as his claws slammed into the sand where I had been standing.

It was a dark, cool gray color with a slightly blue or purple undertone, giving it a subtle hint of mystery and depth. It was onyx. And his eyes were like two pools of black ink, no reflection in them. She tried to remember where she recognized that color of hair. She was sure she had read it somewhere. Onyx wolves were strategists and also fierce warriors. The disadvantage they had was their terrible temperament. They were impulsive and sometimes killed without thinking first. But they were loving to their pack members and mates. She remembered now. Somehow she couldn't believe another wolf like her was standing right here.

Jace said his voice was short and snappy. Nora sighed, opening the bag and then grabbing the box. She paused a minute trying to find a way out of opening it. Jace made another noise as she was just staring at the black box. She sighed and opened the box. Inside the box layed a small black onyx necklace. It was a simple square onyx stone that hung on a silver chain and was very beautiful. “What? I can't take this. Why would you- “Black onyx can disguise hunters from wolves. Put it on.” Jace ordered as he cut her off.

Magnolia gasps in surprise and Zion walks over, curious at what we're doing and the hawk flies over to Zion's wolf and lands on his back. "Yep that is Marcellus familiar, I can feel his soul in it." Orion nods and looks at the hawk. "I thought that was a myth. But what does yours look like if it's okay for me to ask that?" Magnolia say and looks at Orion. Orion smiles and nods and he puts his hand to the side and concentrates and out of his chest a black wolf with silver eyes jump out. "Wow, doesn't that hurt?" Kenji asks and looks at Orion's chest. Orion shakes his head.

Either way, he would be distracted enough with my scent scattered that with any luck I'd get the upper hand. The piercing call of Onyx rippling through the air was the only warning he'd offer. It signalled the start of his hunt so that when he won, because he was always certain he would, no one could contest it. CLAP. Onyx hit a wall of air that Rian created and sent him tumbling down towards the water. 'Don't,' I shifted back to being human and sent through the link to Rian and Sebastian when his beast went to dive for him, 'he's being dramatic.'