Onyx Line Novels & Stories

My eyes bulged out of their sockets as my jaw fell wide apart from each other. I pulled it into the light, my breath catching as the crescent moon symbol shimmered beneath the lamp. My hand trembled. “It’s true…” I breathed. “Lyra was the bloodline of the Moon Goddess. Aemond wasn't lying after all,” my heart banged so hard against my ribs. The myths. The power. The prophecy. All of it was real, and it was tied to Lyra. No wonder her aura unsettled even the strongest of warriors. I held tight on the pendant, heart pounding with a strange mixture of triumph and dread. I hurried back to my room, locking the door behind me. I carefully scanned through the markings etched into the pendant. Ancie

I replied. "Okay. I didn't like Hendra that much anyway." He sighed. "About Earth... It's beautiful." I smiled. "Is it true there are so many animals?" "Yes." "Awesome!" He squealed. Dolhq only has white doves and fish in the ocean. We don't have any land animals so yes Dolhq also has its disadvantages. "Come Alexio," I stated holding out my hand as the door flew open. He took my hand and we walked into the massive building.

Harlow hissed at her uncle, "the only thing you will be getting today is your death." Onyx laughed, clapping his hands. “Do you hear this? My little niece, do you really think that you and your pack can defeat me and my army? Just look at us compared to them." He laughed. ’’Just come with me. Don’t be like the others who refuse to see my vision. Or you just might end up like your parents.’’ Gore growled, getting ready to shift in his wolf form and attack. "Look, look, the dog. He thinks he can stop me." Onyx laughed. "I just want my niece, and I will be on my way." He held out his hand.

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.

“Such pretty gold sparks.” I pull away. Pour for Adrian last. His eyes are on the table. Not on them. Not on me. I lean close as I pour. “Look at me.” He does. Silver fighting crimson. “I’m still here,” I whisper. He mouths, I know. Valerius claps. “Begin.” The first female stands. Walks to Adrian. Straddles his lap. Offers her throat. Adrian’s fangs extend. He closes his eyes. Bites.

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.

She couldn't move. "I see. You're getting stronger." Luana mocked. Lyne rose and turned to face her contender. The only one she has business with on the battleground. "Getting stronger," she replied, voice harsh. She raised her hand and Luana's legs were lifted off the ground floating in the air. As Lyne turned her hand, she skidded over to a wall, falling. "And more powerful. Than you can ever comprehend." Luana managed to rise and gathering the Onyx in her hand, faced Lyne. But Lyne huffed and clenched her fist, the Onyx left her hand and floated to Lyne. She grabbed and admired it before looking up at Luana.

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.

I saw about twenty rogues as I stepped into the silent realm, still in wolf form, and circled them. They sneered and growled at the three wolves in front of them; Onyx attacked from behind. It was almost too easy as he swiped his paw across one rogue's back, his spine snapped as he whimpered on the forest floor. The next one turned too late as Onyx grabbed him by the neck, shook his body twice, and he fell limply to the ground. The three wolves who had followed me were each busy with a rogue, as Onyx went for wolf after wolf. He barely stopped to assess the situation, just biting and ripping rogues apart. The forest floor was littered with dead rogues and barely fifteen minutes had passed s

I asked, the image drawing my curiosity as my fingers delicately traced over it. "The Elysian Line," Shane replied simply. I began to read an excerpt from the book out loud for the benefit of everyone in the room. The title at the top of the page was as Shane had said, 'The Elysian Line'. "The Elysian Line, a distinguished lineage within the werewolf community, was renowned for its unique hereditary gift of clairvoyance. The women of this line, often referred to as Seers, possessed the extraordinary ability to perceive visions beyond the ordinary spectrum of the living. Their talents allowed them to traverse the metaphysical veil, granting them glimpses into events and knowledge inaccessible