Novel & Cerita Onyx Nick Cannon

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

He handed Ian—the closest to him—a bocksbeutel glass bottle of the translucent mixture. Cannon took it from Ian, put a rope around it, and wore it on his neck. “It’s best if I keep it.” Kane stifled a chuckle and Ian waved it off then lighted another smoke. “But how do we find this flower?” Kane looked at me and I knew that he knew that I had the answer to that but I was gonna play my way around it. “I know where it is.” “Then that’s settled.” They prepared to leave and I took a second to admire them in their nightwear. Cannon was in blue pajamas, a blue overlay with orange suns. He looked adorable in his blue bunny beanie hat and it reminded me a lot of the Seattle coffee store I worked in.

I better not hear one whisper of me not being a generous Alpha. I was starting to question what his other power was when Onyx dropped from the sky, shifting back to Nixon as he hit the ground. He was struggling to breathe as water started to pour from his mouth. ‘Don’t Al,’ Linden growled through the link as I flinched in Nixon's direction, ‘eye on the prize.’ Fuck. I could tell he was hating this too... Nixon was going to die in front of us, and while it won’t be the first time he’s drowned, it wasn’t exactly pleasant to watch.

It was gross, intrusive, and unprofessional, yet entirely characteristic of the compound's barbarity. Lighting a slim cigarette with practiced ease, Knox inhaled deeply, the harsh smoke a momentary shield against the invasive soundscape. He scoffed, glancing at his watch. "How many hours has it been? He got shot last night. Are we sure the Capo didn't actually die and get replaced by a particularly horny, low-grade incubus? He needs to get his pulse checked, for God's sake."

says grandmother offhandedly. I stare at the woman in bewilderment. You probably think my grandmother is just a sweet, over-protective old lady, and to that, I laugh. Grandma Viridis is more infamously known by the codename Oculus, so named because she enjoyed killing people by gouging out their eyes and keeping them as a memento before she retired. She’s 78 and stands at 5’6” with shoulder-length pure white voluminous hair that she keeps combed to the side. Her skin is still a medium olive tone with slight liver spots around the edges of her face, with the harsh signs of age creating jowls along the edges of her mouth. Her eyes are a deep dark, brown, almost as dark as her soul with perfect

She stayed mum, refusing to entertain his new obsession with inflicting violence of acid-dipped words on her. "Where did you go with Connie and Nolan? They're my best f*cking men in the whole damn army. What the f*ck are you playing at. Be honest, I don't want to wake your sisters and show them what's happening to you." She also came to a realization that Lennox had a kink of threatening bejeezus out of her. "You already concluded that I'm seducing them. My say has no value if the prince has made his decision."

I was dying because I had given this boy life. "That's enough," I tried to say firmly. But my voice cracked, betraying the sorrow tearing through me. I swallowed hard. I tried to hold onto some professional dignity beneath the sharp gazes of the pack mothers. They loved this. They lived for the moments the human Luna proved she couldn't cut it. "He's right." The deep, heavy voice cut through the courtyard, causing the noise to instantly freeze. I turned to see my husband, Marcus. As the Alpha of the pack, his presence always demanded absolute obedience.

His fists are clenched so tight his knuckles are turning white, and his entire body is tense like a live wire ready to snap. “What the actual fuck …” Orion spits through clenched teeth. “They chained you up and let the others—” He can’t even finish the sentence, his voice raw with fury. I’ve never seen him like this. None of us have. But I know the rage he’s feeling because I feel it too. And it’s about to blow. “Who?” Nero’s voice is low, dangerous, the kind of voice that sends chills down the spines of anyone stupid enough to stand in his way. “Who the fuck are we hunting?”

He is teaching us what he knows, he really is very good. I point at Nick. “That one over there, the dark one with the glasses, is his cousin, Nick. He handles the technology, he is a master at the keyboard. He creates our profiles for us, takes care of the cameras and hacks the entire internet if necessary, he knows everything about everyone, he can look up any information if he has a laptop and the internet. Nobody hides from Nick. Basically, he's the camera monkey from Toy Story, if he catches you, you spend the night in the box.

“Go squat and piss up a tree, asshole.” He almost smiled at that. “Right.” few hours later, Nick was in his motor home tossing several pills into his mouth. These days, he took so many pills so often that he was surprised he didn’t rattle as he walked. Trevon shook his head from his seat at the U-shaped black leather dinette. “You didn’t tell me the headaches were happening so close together.” Onyx forced a careless shrug. “Why would I? It’s not important.” “You can’t afford to be flippant about this, Onyx.”