Onyx Ice Cole Novels & Stories

They were glowing a sharp, predatory shade of amber in the dark room, burning with a dangerous, calculating intensity. Avery scrambled backward against her desk, her hand instinctively reaching for a heavy metal lamp. "Cole? What the hell are you doing? How did you get up here?" Cole didn't answer immediately. He walked slow, deliberate steps toward the center of the room, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he raised his right hand, extending his palm. Resting in his hand was her silver scent-masker. The silver wire was snapped, and the black alchemical stone was fractured down the center, leaking the faint, unmistakable aroma of winter pine and raw Lycan energy.

“Just be careful, man. Scouts are watching today too.” I knew that. The pressure sat heavy on my shoulders. But when I glanced up and saw Toby sitting there, watching everything with those big eyes, the pressure felt different. Like I had something extra to play for. Coach blew the whistle and we started. I pushed hard right away. Every stride on the ice felt powerful. I took the puck down the rink fast, dodging other players like they were standing still. When I shot at the net, the puck flew hard and hit the back with a loud smack. I heard the guys cheer, but I looked up at the stands. Toby was leaning forward, his eyes locked on me.

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

Luca groans beside me, pinching the bridge of his nose. “For the love of all things sane,” he mutters, “can we just watch the game like normal people?” “And miss Cole on the ice? Sacrilege!” I shoot back, eyes glued to the puck like it’s the most important thing in the universe. And just like that BAM the moment I’ve been waiting for. Cole crouches, a predator sizing his prey. His gaze slices the ice, calculating, precise. His lips twitch, that familiar, tiny half-smile I’ve been studying for hours. He knows he owns this moment. And he does.

"What about the others? Cole, Thomas, Rex?" "Cole's commonblood but with natural tracking abilities - enhanced scent, hearing. Better than most at reading trails." Axel's voice carried respect. "Thomas is solid backup, reliable in a fight. Commonblood, but steady. Rex is commonblood too, handles our supply management. Good head for logistics." "What about the others I've seen around? Finn, Vince?"

He was a higher being like the moon goddess, except he was everything fire—his hair, his eyes and his very aura. The third picture was a girl—much younger, but she looked a lot like Amaris with blue eyes. The only difference was that her hair was dark and held a blue hue. She was beautiful. She was so gorgeous that Syanna almost felt jealous. Symphony was scribbled under the picture, and she was the blue phoenix. But what struck her the most, was the final picture. Because it was Cole. She was sure of it. Nothing about him was different. His golden eyes, just like Helios’, his dark hair and the very shape of his face. Anyone could’ve said it was a coincidence, but his name was scribbled unde

I stood frozen as I caught his silhouette through the glass of the SkyDeck 71 boutique. Across the rain-slicked road, Cole Ryder sat in the shadows of his sleek transport, his golden eyes tracking my every move. In the fractured light of the city, he looked less like a tycoon and more like a mythic predator carved from obsidian. My heart did a frantic, stuttering dance against my ribs. Since my father’s imprisonment and our pack’s ruin, I had been treated like a stray. Even Blake, the man who had promised me a lifetime of loyalty, had turned his back on my suffering. Yet Cole—the "Ice King" who should have looked down on a fallen socialite like me—had stepped into the fray to shield me time

His hair’s slightly tousled, as if he didn’t bother taming it, and he looks devastating in his fitted jacket, every inch the cocky player he is. **Nolan**, beside him, sharp and focused, tapping his phone screen but looking up just enough to catch me staring. That grin.. small, dangerous. My pulse jumps. Cole, stands near the window, his eyes flicking up only briefly. For once, he doesn’t look angry — just…watchful and he'll hit.. And **Knox**, who rarely says much, finishes zipping his hockey bag, his movements calm. His ice-blue eyes catch mine for a fraction too long. I look away first.

There are a lot of accounts under this name and I created them but as long as you see that logo that's similar to my F******k page and then the pictures of Meeting Mr Ice and my new upcoming book that's the profile. I will be dropping an update there as to when MEETING MR ICE 2 will be out and also when other books will be out. However, before then, a new book will be coming out on the 1st of June, 2023. The title is THE MANIAC SON OF A MAFIA. Pls, stay tuned until then because I promise that you will love this book. It will be very interesting as it's a high school-based one with rows of comic yet meaningful moments.

Cole drawled, swerving the limo through smoke-choked streets, "while you've been… preoccupied - pretty boy's been strutting in your suits, cruising your ride, entertaining your..." "She's no one." I snapped the tablet shut, the crack of plastic echoing like a gunshot. "Just a whore." "YOUR whore," Cole pressed. A reckless move, even for him. The rearview mirror caught his throat bobbing. "You really trust him? His bloodline's been licking Lycan boots for three generations. Mated to one, for fuck's sake. You think he'll flip on his masters to play rebel with us?" "Who said anything about rebellion?" My voice dropped to a growl that rattled the bulletproof glass.