Onyx Prime Transformers One Novels & Stories

POV EMMA BELLE The sky didn't turn white or indigo; it turned the color of Polished Onyx. Above the harbor, the Obsidian Spire—the original seat of the lineage—began to expand. Its surface, once a tapestry of integrated vines and living stone, shed its organic skin like a snake. Beneath the moss and the marble lay the "Prime-Metal": a cold, indestructible substance that had waited through 140 chapters for its rightful owner to claim it.

Taylon did not hesitate. He threw open the heavy wooden door of the conservatory and sprinted into the corridor, his body blurring as he gave himself over to the shift. By the time his boots left the stone floor, he had transformed into the massive, midnight-black Alpha of the Onyxclaw line. Stay close, Taylon commanded through the mind-link, his mental voice vibrating with lethal intent.

I rub circles on his back and try to comfort him as much as possible. “Rasheed, Onyx is shifting.” I mind link him. “I’m on my way, isn’t it too early for him to shift? Werewolves shift at night G, are you sure?” Rasheed mind links back. “Normally, but Onyx is also Fae, and Demon. That could be affecting him.” “MOMMMMM” Onyx screams. “It’s okay Onyx, mom is here. I am not leaving your side. I will be right here with you all the way, try not to fight it my boy. You are strong, you are an Alpha, a royal, you are going to get through this.”

Kael’s POV The Prime Purge Wolf lunged at Lyra. I shifted instantly into my massive black wolf, launching myself between her and the creature in an explosive clash of claws, teeth, and stone. The collision was louder than the collapse of the previous chamber. The Prime Purge Wolf was far stronger than the prototypes or the Royal Purge Alpha, and I felt its reinforced skeleton through the impact. I was thrown backward but twisted mid-air to land upright, planting myself firmly between Lyra and the beast. The masked officer watched with satisfaction, revealing that this creature was never intended for Crown control.

Then, with a nod of its massive head, it released a pulse of energy that enveloped the battlefield. Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she watched the sinister alpha werewolf transform back into his original form—a noble, silver beast who had once been a guardian of their werewolf pack. Relief swept over her as she realized their efforts had resonated with the ancient power. The Primeval Alpha let out a deep, rumbling growl, its gaze now focused on the creature that had been corrupted by darkness. It stepped forward, its massive paws causing the ground to quake beneath its weight. With deliberate movements, it circled the evil entity, studying it with a critical eye.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

He looked out the window at the wolves that were running beside the SUV. He searched for his friend that was running next to the window before they got the news that the Lycans had reached the jet and were tearing through it trying to get to the pups. Onyx picked up speed easily passing the wolves ahead of him and the SUV he could no longer be seen. Onyx was the fastest of the warriors even in human form. Blaze knew he was afraid for his mate and his pup. He kissed the top of Mina’s head lightly, pressing his hand on her stomach reassuring himself that his pup was ok. The flutters that followed made him smile; his pup was strong.

It is the greedy cry of an Omega who wants the heavy loads they are about to dump into her. "Look at you," Prime whispers. He reaches around and strokes my soaked-slicked clit. I can feel the shape of them inside me through my skin. "You are so full of us you can’t even close your legs. You are just a vessel now. A greedy, filthy vessel for the pack."

Dante stood apart from the rest, arms crossed with his jaw set in something close to warning. Beyond them, Tion stood. His wolf form loomed larger in the semi darkness than it had in my memory. Black as shadow with eyes that looked like molten gold. He shifted slowly, bones cracking, skin splitting and reshaping until the man stood where the beast had been. He didn’t bother dressing fully. Only loose fitting pants,his bare chest streaked with scars both old and new. The mark of an Alpha who bled as often as he commanded. “This is your moment, little wolf,” he said. His raspy voice echoing through the space . “Either you earn your place among us… or we bury you beyond the borders.”