Onyx Storm Book Cover Novels & Stories

Onyx The next morning was glorifying with the warmth of the sun falling over the freshly settled white snow on the ground. The sparkling snow shined like a diamond. All the animals were in hibernation and the environment outside the pack house was quieter than usual. I was indulged in the book given by the elf, last night in the library. There were too many things written in the book but nothing about defeating magical powers. “Damn!!” I cursed. “Relax, Onyx! Why were you so troubled?” Fiarra approached with a cup filled of hot chocolate and offered me.

Smith. Nicolas saw a stunning beautiful girl, standing with a book in her hands. She had high forehead, small chin, small nose, short and narrow jaws, high cheekbones, flawless fair skin and a perfect curvy figure. Her long wavy deep brown hair, cherry lips and two pair of wide sea green eyes made her, looking like no less than a celebrity. She was really a rare beauty. Nicolas immediately froze and was staring at her like she was the only one in the class.

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

Cain begins to feel irritated looking at Onyx acting all formal. “Stop acting politely and all formal. It’s disgusting.” Cain says abruptly. Onyx loses his patient and stares at him fiercely. He is boiling with anger. Suddenly, his suit is steaming and gas emits throughout his body. Then, a crimson fire burns the entire suit and traces to his hair. When the fire has burnt out, Onyx appearance has changed. He’s wearing a black hooded-singlet, a black trouser with chain hanging from one of the pocket, and a pair of black leather boots with belts strap all over it. His iris shifts from amber to electric blue.

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

Nox’s POV I stood in front of the mirror eyeing the blue ink that spread across my chest for the thousandth time. “Nox ! Is everything alright, son ? You’ve been inside the bathroom for more than an hour now,” Mom called out from the other side of the door. I stared at the majestic, roaring form of the greyish-blue Alpha wolf emerging from a glowing blue thunderbolt with dark blue intricate designs that covered a major part of the left side of my chest and ended at the middle, just touching the right pec.

I’m pretty sure I’m seconds away from completely blacking out when the sound of thunderous footsteps suddenly invades the small clearing. Zeke. Finally, some help. “Let her go now, Orion. She’s about to pass out, can't you see?!” Orion, being deliberately insubordinate, pretends he doesn’t hear him, his intense eyes still glued intently to me like he’s studying some shiny, complex new puzzle he’s desperate to solve. Zeke doesn’t ask again. He shoves him violently with a sudden, brute force move that actually causes him to stumble backward several feet. The unexpected break in focus immediately snaps the spell, and the purple coils instantly vanish.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.

The violent disarray wasn’t the methodical search of a victor; it was the tantrum of a thief who had come up empty-handed. Kaelen’s torchlight fell upon the only thing left untouched in the center of the room: a large, flat stone altar. On it rested a single, pristine object. A book, bound in what looked like pale, silvery leather. It was closed, with no title, but a symbol was tooled into its cover—the same symbol from the bone resonator: the wolf unraveling into a spiral.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”