Onyx Ice Cole Novels & Stories

“Hey! Enough chatter, let’s focus up!” The guys straightened, trying not to laugh as Ryder lifted a hand in mock salute. “Yes, Coach.” Coach Larsson wasn’t one to tolerate slacking, but Ryder Hayes had earned enough points to get away with it now and then. He was the team’s star center, a senior with a wicked shot and the kind of swagger that made scouts pay attention. His sandy-blond hair was sweat-damp and slightly mussed beneath his helmet, his sharp grin was pure confidence. Ryder was sure he’d go pro after graduation, everyone was. The Greyhollow Direwolves had produced NHL players before, and he planned to be next.

I still sit to watch that the other people will sneak attack. Those seven were wary of the two of us. They huddled together, and I thought they would work together to destroy me and Cole. The presenter is talking about the background of the remaining seven people in the arena. Cole's turn, I was shocked. "Well, we have some interesting news on No.8, Cole. He was a Beta of Blood Moon. He participated in the battle to destroy the Dark Pack. He is a powerful warrior because he alone has destroyed more than thirty mutant wolves of Dark. It is also known that one mutant wolf of Dark is equal to the strength of ten normal wolves. So it can be said that he killed three hundred wolves in one battle.

The sight hit Cole with a strange sharp ache low in his chest because he recognized that look. God, he recognized it. He used to wear it himself… back when Nala still stood beside him. “Still weird as fuck seeing Ice engaged,” Scars muttered, picking up the beers. Cole huffed a quiet laugh as he slid the table’s change across the counter. “Thought that man came out of the womb emotionally unavailable.” “Pretty sure he still is. Just exclusively for everybody except Vixen.” Cole smiled faintly despite himself, but his eyes drifted back toward the couple again anyway.

I've spent seven years in the emergency bay pulling wolves back from the edge, keeping my hands steady while everything around me falls apart. But standing there, in that room full of people who were celebrating what had just been done to me? I had never felt so completely alone. On the stage, Cole stood with Vivienne Holt's hand in his. She was perfect in midnight blue, the Lycan Chairman's daughter, grey-eyed and composed, already positioned for the cameras like she had practiced this moment because she had. At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it.

But Cole was used to flirting with danger. “Aha! If I don’t know any better. I would think you were trying to scare me, buddy,” Cole said, giving him a bright smile as he gave him a friendly pat on the chest. Xavier raised an arched eyebrow at him. From the corner of his eye, Cole saw a flash of a black and grey two-toned wolf leaping into the air and rushing after the Weres carrying Isabelle.

Cole smacked his lips and circled around me. “She’s an Omega, but a seductive one. We could use her willowy frame, and human customers will be willing to pay handsomely for her.” “Can you repeat that without mentioning she’s an Omega?” Ana’s voice had an unmistakable edge to it. I gently tugged on her arm and whispered, “Don’t worry, Ana. I’m used to it by now.” “My bad," Cole said with a smile, raising his hands in the air as surrender. "Her face is also a plus.” He examined my features. “She’s got sexy emerald eyes to attract customers. She’s hired.”

Enhanced the image. Cole was there. Talking to someone. Someone tall. Cloaked. Powerful. Someone who radiated authority. Command. Danger. "Who is that?" Nova asked. "I don't know. But look at how Cole's acting. Subservient. Scared. Like he's reporting to a superior." "So he's not the mastermind," Aria realized. "He's still just a pawn. Following orders." "But whose orders?" I asked. Lyric zoomed in. Enhanced the image more.

(Cole’s POV) School was my turf, and I owned it. It was Ella's eighteenth birthday, some big deal for the pack, and the halls were already buzzing with it, kids yelling, shoes squeaking, all that morning chaos. I strutted through, head high, boots hitting the floor loud enough to say I was in charge. Because I was. Sasha was glued to my side, her arm hooked in mine, blonde hair flipping as she laughed at something I said. We were the pack's top dogs, popular, tough, untouchable. At nineteen, I'm Cole, the alpha's son, the guy nobody dared cross. Sasha's my girl, fierce and hot, and together we ran this place like it was ours from day one.

Gosh, our mate is hot, my wolf Axel growled in my head as soon as Maya stepped onto the ice in her new uniform. I couldn’t even argue. She looked strong and quick, her dark hair tucked under her helmet, eyes sharp and focused. Don’t just stare, Axel pushed. Go claim her. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath. Coward, he snapped, then went silent, shutting me out. I exhaled, jaw tight. He wasn’t wrong. Our mate was right there, gliding across the ice like she owned it, and I was still tangled up with Lia. I’d promised her… and I didn’t even know why I’d let it get this far.

Maybe I could like it here and as Jax’s Queen. Just as I thought that I saw, commotion on the cliff. I stood and stepped back slightly watching but not being seen. I felt Ricky race up behind me. He got down low. Mr Coleton surprised me. He was in shifted form, he was a striking werewolf. Black all over except one patch of fur where his heart would be had a dragon and a wolf in a yin yang design. He looked at me then back to the cliff.