Onyx Storm Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

look, and her face turns red with anger. "Is there a problem, Raina?" a sultry deep voice interrupts? That voice resonates within me, and I almost feel a sense of contentment. I turn around to face the source, and there he is—Jake himself, in all his glory. He's dressed impeccably in a black suit that accentuates his body, making his stormy grey eyes even more captivating. His hair is neatly combed a far cry from the dishevelled look he had at the club.

"You are stronger than this. You can weather any storm." Slowly, gradually, the storm began to subside, the winds whispering their secrets as they faded into silence. The rain softened to a gentle patter, a soothing melody that echoed Aunt Cleo's words of wisdom. And as Aqua's sobs quieted, her pendant dimmed, its glow waning as her powers ebbed back into the depths of her soul. With a heavy heart and a weary soul, Aqua nodded to her aunt, acknowledging her guidance with a soft smile. "Thank you, Aunt Cleo," she murmured, her voice a whisper against the fading echoes of the storm.

Suddenly, a dark, heavy rumble echoed inside my head. Onyx, who had been sulking in the darkest, most pathetic corner of my skull for two straight days, finally opened his mouth to speak. "You are a fucking moron," Onyx snarled, his voice dripping with absolute disgust. I wiped a layer of sweat off my forehead with the back of my arm. "Shut up, Onyx." "A moron," my beast repeated, louder this time. "Is this what you saw in those stupid YouTube videos? Is this the great culinary masterclass you were boasting about?"

Samuels's POV We run, Onyx just on Zahra’s wolf’s tail, with Levi a few metres behind us. His small brown wolf is going to struggle to keep pace if we have to drive this hard for long, but we don’t have a choice right now. We’ve dispatched the patrols, but someone will have heard their howls, and we’re still too close. Then I hear it, Onyx’s ears picking up a loud howl. Fuck.

I said, squirming slightly. But he didn’t. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at me with those glowing, furious eyes. I looked into them and… something shifted. Behind all that anger, I saw something else. Pain. Fear. Love. Onyx wasn’t just furious. He was terrified of losing me. After everything—after seeing Damien touch me, hurt me, and claim me like I was still his—Onyx had snapped. And now he wanted to claim me back. So I stopped moving. I shut my mouth. I let him hold me. For the first time in a long time… even in the middle of a war… even when he was out of control… I felt safe. Safe in the arms of the very storm that destroyed my past. Because now, maybe… just maybe… he would help m

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.

Isaac’s wolf, Rolf, shoved forward and answered in his own voice, “Yes, my love, you are amazing.” Kenny and Kyra laughed and Kenny smiled, “Onyx, we all believe you are amazing.” I heard Onyx purring and strutting around in my mind, “Onyx, now that you’ve had your ego stroked, why don’t you lay down and let the humans talk?” Onyx huffed, “Fine, just know you couldn’t have done that without me.” I chuckled, “I know that very well. Thank you for being my other half.”

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Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

The yellow-robed female impatiently questioned. A gust of wind rippled through the open window, fanning about the foul blood that leaked profusely from the unresponsive girl. As if deaf to the woman standing over her, she continued her quiet chant. "Once upon a time, in an empire long fraught with war, there lived a saint who loved her people." Away she would drift, deep into the endless abyss, into the belly of darkness. Away so far that when the light chased, when the torch flared, she would not see it.