Onyx Monster Mysteries Season 2 Novels & Stories

Cadence noted. Aaron finally sat down, which seemed to make everyone a little less nervous, and Cadence would’ve reached for his hand under the table if she wasn’t already trying to control Elliott with her other hand. “Let’s talk about these new monsters. What do we know?” Aaron pulled up the video they’d watched in Hannah’s office on the screens around them. “They’re all black,” Elliott said. “They have red eyes,” Jamie added. “Some of them dress weird,” Aurora said. “They crawl down walls face first, and they bleed some deep reddish black liquid when you cut them,” was Hannah’s contribution.

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

The following day, I found myself perched on the couch as I waited for them to return, clutching the box like it was a lifeline. Then came the knock—thud, thud, thud. "Sir, you're here!" The door revealed a group larger than yesterday's trio, including Scarface. A few new faces had joined the crowd. "I didn't trust you to play fair, so I brought extra backup." Scarface motioned, and his goons tied me up and grabbed the box. With his nod, the box was cracked open and inspected with a few prods. My heart was slamming against my chest, and it was the only sound in the tense quiet.

she continued after I gave her a shocked expression. I could not believe that she was watching my every move. “Please stay out of this. This is my matter.” I retorted with a growl. I titled my head to look behind Monica and found Kate to have disappeared into the woods. Onyx grew frustrated seeing that his mate was no longer in vision. I could sense that he was in heat, craving his mate’s touch. Monica sighed with her lips curving at the edges. She approached me running her fingers down the side of my cheeks. The moon was shining its light over us as we were in the middle of the woods.

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.

The child’s small face peeked over her shoulder, eyes wide and bright, sensing the magnitude of the storm surrounding them. I lowered my gaze to Lyla for a heartbeat. “You are safe. I promise,” I whispered. And in that moment, the monster inside me, the one I had buried, restrained, and controlled roared with life, coiled around me like a living shadow, ready to rise fully if ever needed. Ronan mirrored my gaze, unflinching, golden eyes blazing, his wolf as ready and dangerous as mine. “Then let it rise,” he said quietly. “Show me what you are.”