Onyx Power Nap Novels & Stories

Onyx called her when he sensed that their call alone wasn’t helping the wolves. “How far can you go with your strength as a healer?” Onyx asked her calmly. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, but slowly her expression straightened. “You…. You want to channel my strength as a healer to all of them?” she asked calmly, still working on Madeline, as Madeline was still critical. She had covered her face with an oxygen mask and started cleaning her blood to wash whatever amount of wolfsbane out of her body. “No, I am going to absorb your strength and then channel it to others through the combined strength of mine and Nick’s.” Onyx explained calmly.

My energy was already depleted, and that little dose of champagne tipped me over the edge into irresistible sleepiness. The servants had changed our sheets and re-set the bed while we were at dinner. I was out of my dress and tucking myself under the covers in minutes. Nolan changed into some black silk pajama pants and a tank top, and brought his laptop with him to bed. He sat beside me while I drifted off. He would type a little, then stroke my hair absentmindedly; type more, pet my hair… till I was soothed into a deep slumber.

"Did you say something?" "Nothing." Onyx quietly replied shaking his head. He doesn't believe Ophelia heard him. He set the cup of coffee on the table and strolled around to where Ophelia was lying. (Feisty Vixen.) He could tell she'd dozed off when he caught a glimpse of her face. Although the couch and position did not appear to be very comfortable, she is a retired Air Force officer and commercial pilot. Onyx frowned as he noticed her brows knotted together, and his hand lifted to caress the scowl formed on her brow. Her frown faded as her face relaxed. When Onyx realized he was touching her, his eyes widened! What if she wakes up! She'd definitely kick his sacks and not miss this time. H

Nyx let out a small, contented whine as Knox wraps himself around her, his warmth enveloping her completely. His head rests over hers, his large paw drapes protectively over her side. Nyx leans into him, her body melting against his. “I was so tired,” Nyx admits, her eyes drooping. “The pain...” Knox’s chest rumbles, and the sound reverberates through her. “I know. But it’s over now. Just rest. I’ve got you.” Nyx closes her eyes, her breathing slowing as Knox nuzzles her neck, his tongue tracing slow, soothing strokes over her fur.

I ask, my face twisting a bit with confusion. “I don’t know,” Orion says, giving a shrug. “I’ve had my powers since I was a kid – I don’t remember a time without them. Maybe I do subconsciously pull on them as part of my daily life. I do know that whenever I spend time here I get very tired very fast.” He sighs, looking around the bright city. “It’s so exhausting, all this…life.” “Poor little baby death god,” I purr, reaching up to pat him consolingly on the shoulder.

It would be the best option for the pack and the children Onyx kidnaps. They come here frightened and traumatised after he kills their parents, only for him to lock them down in the bunkers to condition them immediately. He feeds off of their sadness, fright and depression. It's as if their very essence feeds him. The only times I am lucid nowadays is when I manage to take Lilith's potion myself. Drinking an unhealthy amount like last night to put Onyx asleep, but even then, he's sometimes strong enough to fight the potion.

“Did I do it? Did I break the weight?” Valen lets out one breath and brushes his thumb over my lips just once. “It’s small, but there’s still a little tug in the back of my brain. I think one more time and we’ll eliminate it.” “Let’s do it then,” I say, my voice excited. I raise my hands up to press my fingers into his temples, but Valen catches my wrists, lowering my hands into his lap. “You need to rest, Nova,” he says, his voice calm and gentle. “You’re depleted after everything we just did. We can try again in the morning. There’s no rush. I’m not trying to get the ship off the ground right now.”

Next to it, a big plush rocking chair sat beneath a lamp. Orion was already there. He was kneeling beside a wooden toy chest, organizing the small plush wolves and hockey-themed soft blocks. His broad shoulders looked big in the light, but his movements were gentle. This made my heart feel warm. The aggressive captain who played hockey was entirely at peace here, preparing a sanctuary for our child. “You should be in bed,” Orion said softly. He did not look up from the chest. His nostrils flared gently. He smelled the vanilla honey scent that followed me into the room.

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

I still felt weak though, Onyx had to help me walk up the stairs. We were actually in our room and she excused me to take my bath, she went to go get food, so she said. I had already taken a bath and was busy watching the television in the room when Onyx barged in looking tired. She was still on her Power suit which was slowly becoming my favorite clothe on her. "Hey." She said, she placed the food on a tray that laid on the table. She then picked it up and brought it over to me.