Onyx Nick Cannon Novels & Stories

Ortiz had been camping a couple of miles away from the wall, figuring out how to break it down in one piece and also building the device to knock it off. "Ortiz, my man!" I removed my gloves and walked up to him. Clapping him on the back I said, "Is it ready?" "Am I the god of all things mechanics?" He says rhetorically, spreading his arms wide with a smile. Leading me over to where he had cordoned off for his creation, he drew it back with a flourish. "Allow me to introduce Cannonball 2.0!" He beamed as he revealed the structure and I took a moment to marvel. It had a metal-like design and body but I could see the shimmer of…

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

her lesson, but Victor told his father that Yvonne would only spend it in useless stuff. “It makes my wallet look thick and stacked you know?” I said as a reason to support why I use cash. Well, it’s not like I’m stacked right now. The money in my pocket isn’t Yvonne’s, It’s money that I earned myself from collecting orbs with Nova.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

Dylan's POV. Yeah, it was the elder Cassius. The man has never had my respect. I mean, how could he? He’s Kane’s pet—his Umbra Inquisitor. The guy Kane calls on to play executioner for the pack, dealing out “justice” like it’s a damn gift from above. Nah, I’ve never trusted the guy, never even liked the way he breathed.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.

Oscar Gavin and I arrived at the venue. John Hunter was already waiting for us in the VIP room of the restaurant. The man was a platinum blonde like his daughter, and I saw where Karen got some of her features from. He looked alive, and he looked my age. If it wasn't that I knew that he was a vampire, I wouldn't have believed. He looked calm and peaceful, and nothing was threatening about him. I had heard so much about the man, and I began to wonder if this was the same person that had done all the horrible stuff I heard.

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.