Onyx Nick Cannon Novels & Stories

I moan, and he increases his speed. My head no longer hurts, which means I must have gotten my wolf, and I no longer feel like I’m drunk as hell. Nick inserts another finger, and I moan a few more licks, and I cum all over his mouth. He licks up my juices, and I try catching my breath. "Fuck, you taste good.” He says, and I freeze. "Why does Nick sound like Logan?" I think to myself. He sits up, and my eyes widen when I see Logan instead of Nick.

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.

I could hear him holding back an evil cackle when he called himself a made genius. I rolled my eyes as I tossed three big steaks onto the grill. “Dial it back and stay on track,” I sighed. “Alright. I’m digging into Rowan’s records more. He’s got secret offshore accounts getting sums ranging from as small as five hundred to as high as two grand. The deposit dates line up with the dates poachers have been on the property. I am backtracking the deposits to see if they are coming directly from these bastards to Rowan or if he’s transferring the funds some other way,” he explained.

Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made. At the far end of the table sat Chancellor Dawson, the lone human among Lycans. His thin fingers were clasped tightly together atop a stack of papers, his expression carefully composed. Yet, the faint tang of fear rolling off him was impossible to miss. Orion took his seat at the head of the table. "Let's begin." Caspian's smirk deepened. "You're late, Orion." Orion shot him a sidelong glance. "And yet, I'm still the one you waited for."

I said searching the dining area. “I am Lynx’s rider; my name is Cannon, Lynn’s baby brother; I have told your Luna and Alpha everything that I know. Lynx has a powerful spell on him, I have tried to connect with him, but he has me blocked. I am willing to help in any way that I can.” He said nodding at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Oh my god Shadow baby your back!” Scarlett screamed as she came into the dining hall throwing herself into my arms.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.

Nicky stretched out her palm. Cameron chuckled, cracking his knuckles before grabbing onto her palm. “I don't know how long you've been a rogue, but high-ranked wolves can sense lies." He pulled her body to his. “Now let's do this again." He ran his nose over the top of her head drinking in her scent. Nicky had been with a few men over the years but never a werewolf. His possessiveness was turning her on. “My name is Cameron Wolf, what's your name, little mate?" Nicky shifted so she could look into his eyes which were jet black at this time. “Oneka Turnbull," Nicky whispered. “But everyone calls me Nicky."

Damon yells at him, and Nick tightens his grip on Damon’s throat. ‘Enyo, do you think you can shift?’ ‘I don’t think so. The drugs seem to be wearing off, but I think there was silver mixed in the drugs.’ “What promise?” I ask Nick. “Did you know what he was like?” I concentrate hard, and I’m able to extend my claws while Nick is distracted with Damon, and I begin to cut at the rope slowly. “I knew he was scum, but he promised not to hurt Cassia,” Nick says, growling in Damon’s face.

We expect to see Davi men driving behind us but nothing. Nick gets of from the car and leads the way inside the warehouse. Owen and I exchange looks. This does not look like an abduction at all. “I would like to have a whiskey please,” Nick says before sitting on an office chair and swinging around. Owen and I exchange looks again before Owen goes to the kitchen and returns with whiskey and glasses. I wonder if Owen was right that he has lost his mind. “Nick, do you know what’s going on?” I ask. He throttles, pours himself the whiskey and takes a gulp.