Onyx Sims Novels & Stories

Ryker commanded, though his own movements were becoming sluggish. ​The brothers shifted into their signature combat styles, a desperate dance of tooth and nail. Ryker fought like a tank, his massive fists shattering the mimics into droplets of ink. He didn't dodge; he simply absorbed the blows, his sheer bulk acting as a wall between the monsters and his sister. Beside him, Orion was a brawler, using his environment as a weapon. He ripped a heavy stone torch-sconce from the wall, swinging it in wide, devastating arcs that cleared three mimics at once.

Orion was standing tall at his full height, crushing Onyx under his weight and aura, suppressing his roars and howls. “You will not call her, Onyx.” Orion commanded Onyx through his roar. Onyx whimpered in pain and helplessness. “Come on, brother. He is our father. He is known for his ruthlessness, and people called him formidable for a reason.” I grumbled again but was relieved that Onyx was under control now. My ears perked up, and Zyphre raised his snout a little, still holding Onyx’s limb in his mouth and pressing his hip and right limb with his front paws.

I was used to Onyx that even the thought of having to face Deimon made me shiver in my spot. "Hmm! Did you hear her? She wants me to stay so I'm staying," the playful tone Onyx used made me wonder if they were having a banter inside. "Is he angry with me?" I asked, and my body shuddered again just at the mention of his name. "Let's just say he is not coming out for now, even when he thinks it's weird that you're acting completely different around me compared to him." Onyx said with confidence. Oynx was more open to discussions, unlike his human Deimon. I liked how he was talking nicely to me and also not letting Deimon take over because that would make me uncomfortable.

“All the warriors in the pack were trained with simulations and they were gifts from when witches and werewolves were still allies. They are game-like, with some special kind of game master, and happen in some layer of our consciousness. Most times amethyst stones, lavender, and some other herbs are crushed then remolded together and they are crushed again to begin the simulations. Each simulation is made diverse with a series of chants that once again, the witches gifted to us when we were still all together. I believe I have a good enough understanding of what simulations are Jenna,” I cut her off as I began to walk forward as well until we were right beside each other. Once my eyes finall

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.

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

His fur was as raven as Onyx's and his striking eyes shone with the same icy blue as Dominic's. “You need to turn. I want to talk to him,” Onyx suggested. A moment later, and Dominic turned into his wolf as well. “Can you hear me? “ Onyx tried to reach out to DJ's wolf. “Yes I can,” DJ's Wolf answered. “What's your name? “ “Orion.” “That's a strong name.” Onyx praised. He stepped closer to Orion, and the pup raised his eyes to look at him. “I am your father.” “I know. I can feel it.”

Simon was every single thing that women wanted, apparently, and he couldn’t blame Reena at all for her immediate reaction to the guy. Simon was as tall and broad as Mitch, and as strong and lethal in the ring. More so, if Mitch was being totally honest with himself. But it was his face that really drove women and sponsors crazy: the guy was nothing short of male model material, and even Mitch could see that Simon was fucking gorgeous. Flashing brown eyes, wide grin, white teeth. His nose had been expertly reset every time that it had been broken, and it was as chiseled as the rest of him. Sponsors were fighting to the death for him to promote their clothes, equipment, cars, watches. Every si

They could never convince Simon to join them. Simon said nothing. His eyes drifted once more to the counter where Hazel stood, her back to them now, her slim shoulders drawing together slightly as if she could feel his stare. He always called omegas filthy and too promiscuous for his taste, and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Omegas were born to pleasure the Alphas and breed for them, and Simon found it repulsive. Their pack, the Titan Ridge Pack, was alien to the concept of a fated mate. Just like their dad, Kane and the twins loved wild sex and their omega harems.