Onyx Hold Diablo 4 Novels & Stories

And that was beneficial for me, I could barely stand Onyx and bringing Elijah back to her life means bringing him back to my life and I can't stand him. "You can't go," I said, my voice firm and rigid. I tried not to give away too much from my voice because Onyx might not be bright but she isn't stupid she can tell when someone is giving her bullshit from a mile away, that skill of hers had been an important tool for us in our business, she is a good bullshit detector. Onyx raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me? I can go wherever I want." she paused and dropped the coffee cup which she was holding in her hand on the cup holder and adjusted her stance a bit.

“What made you think you would ever be accepted? You’re exactly what those religious fanatics say you are—abominations. And you need to be destroyed.” Like Onyx hadn’t heard this spiel before. Clearly bugged that Onyx wasn’t reacting, the human snickered. “Not so brave and cocky now that you’re surrounded like this, are you?” “Don’t mistake my silence for fear,” Onyx told him, vibrating with anger. “I can spot a trap when I see one. I know exactly what you hope to do. Don’t worry—you’ll get the response from me that you’re aiming for. But if you think you’ll all get out of this alive, you’re very much mistaken.”

Huge and bearing the same deadly eyes and long horns like the monster in my dreams. Thanox. He steps into the battlefield, towering over his swarms of minions. He's slimy and disgusting just like I've seen him in my nightmares, having the same red eyes, curved claws, a set of sharp teeth revealed by a predatory smile, and the same bald head with those two pointy horns jutting from his forehead. His eyes glow darker, hungrier, and more dangerous than anything I’ve ever seen. Fear slams into me, raw and choking, clawing at my bones and squeezing my throat so tight that it’s hard to breathe. My light flickers involuntarily as I watch his eyes roam across the field, searching for me. My hands sh

Assistant Onyx conveyed. "Prepare."

Caelan noticed. “So this is what the surface became.” “No,” Darius replied. “This is what some of us are trying to become.” Onyx stepped forward. “What does my blood do?” Caelan looked at him. “The Guardian can close every lower gate permanently.” “And Aren?” “Would remain trapped.” “Alive?” “Yes.” “For how long?” “Potentially forever.” Onyx’s expression hardened. “So I’m the prison keeper.” “No. You are the final lock.” “That sounds remarkably similar.”

He abruptly groaned, compelling me into pulling my body away again just to see what was wrong. "Don't be afraid. It's not you. Deimon just wants to take over the body," Onyx said, raising his head to look me in the eye. "Why? I mean, can't you stay a little longer?" I don't know what I was thinking, asking such a beastly wolf to stay put, but his company calmed down my agitated soul. It was unlike anything I felt before. I was used to Onyx that even the thought of having to face Deimon made me shiver in my spot.