Onyx Nick Cannon Novels & Stories

I finally came face to face with my mate and I opened my mouth in shock when I saw the person. Nick Carter is a devil. A cold hearted murder who wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who got in his way. They say his eyes are cold blue because of the innocent lives he had taken and his wolf was huge and intimidating because of the innocent blood and flesh he had eaten. He was as handsome as the devil and tricked women into his arms before he devoured them like desert. Rumour has it that he was cannibalistic and would usually eat some of his fellow wolves.

Onyx smirked before diving for the kill again- me ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Nox’s POV I took out my anger on the nature-made shooting range across the waterfall. It was only open for the higher-ups and the crashing sound of the waterfall muffled the sounds of gunshots and gave a wide range to practice across the banks without the fear of hurting anyone.

“So now tell us, little sis. Where is your mate?” Jenna flared up, her eyes red with anger as she turned around, walking downstairs towards Wonnell. “Do you really want to know who my mate is?” “Yes.” Wonnell replied. “If I tell you, do you think you will be able handle it?” Jenna asked. “There's nothing I can't handle. I'm Wonnell Manson.” She was being unnecessarily proud of herself. “My mate is Nick. The future Alpha of our pack. Understood!” “What!”

Along the way i learn that her name is Nina and that she's what's called an omega, they are mostly used as staff and very rarely are called equals to the other werewolves, She said that most omegas live out their lives as maids to the other pack members or higher powered, Nina said that most omegas don't have mates and that made me sad at first but then i heard her say that she was mated to one of the pack warriors named Chancler. "He's standing right" she pointed "There" he was a tall well build black man with softy honey colored eyes and blech blonde hair, I couldn't help but to laugh when i say his hair and Nina said it was a faze and she didn't like it either. Wen talk until we got close

“Speaking of which, be ready when she’s feeling better. She trains with me every morning, and she’s pretty damned good, if I say so myself.” Now it’s my turn to put my head in my hands. Even in retirement, Nick has a reputation of being one of the most powerful werewolves on the west coast. His fighting skills are unmatched, and his wolf, Hurricane, is ruthless. I remember how honed Maggie’s fighting skills were when she first came to Emerald Canyon. I can’t imagine how his granddaughter who was the target for zealots who wanted her dead has turned out.

What was going on? Nick held Callan's gun and moved it to his shoulder. He looked at Callan firmly and said, "Master Handerson, I will go, but I will be loyal to you all my life!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative to pull the trigger. "Uh!" With a groan, Nick's body shook slightly. Callan quickly took back his gun. Frowning, he saw the blood flowing from Nick's shoulder as he silently clenched his hands.

Her posture was relaxed enough to make it seem as though she were comfortable here, but not so relaxed as to make it known that her guard was down. ‘I do.’ I replied, ‘That’s Annika Antonov, leader of the Russian Lycan camp. I’m not going to lie, it’s a bit terrifying that they’re all in on whatever he’s got going on. If Phineas has this many powerful people on his side, how will we ever stop him?’ ‘We’ll figure it out together.’ Nox promised, and I believed him. Annika flicked her umber curls over her shoulder as she carefully surveyed the two men. She began tapping her stiletto shaped nails on the table, drumming up a calm beat that interrupted Phineas and Gideon’s quiet chatting.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

My name is Ivy. Tonight I’m half-naked on Knox’s tattoo table, shirt and bra shoved up to my neck, lying on my left side so he can start the huge blackwork piece that will crawl from under my breast, down my ribs, and over my hip bone. The shop is locked, lights low, just the buzz of the machine and the low throb of music in the background. Knox is six-three of pure inked muscle, sleeves of dark art, silver rings in his nipples you can see through his thin black tank, and a reputation for being a complete asshole unless you’re on his table. Then he’s worse.

At that moment, a cold, commanding male voice rang out. "Stop!" The voice, magnetic and icy, carried authority. The men surrounding me froze instantly. Seven blinked, then sneered. "Who's meddling?" A tall, striking figure emerged from the shadows. Against the backlighting, I saw clearly—Nick. Dressed in a black suit, almost blending into the night, his icy gaze cut through the dim light with lethal precision. "You dare touch the future Luna of the Brown Pack?" Seven's expression faltered. Once he recognized the man before him, his arrogance vanished.