Novel & Cerita Onyx Storm Book Release Party

CHAPTER 13 It's nighttime and the clan members decide to throw a party to celebrate their victory. The party was currently ongoing, with loud music blaring through the speakers. Red lights cast an even more sinister shadow over the crowd. Some people were openly making out. Tessa sat in a corner, drinking aggressively directly from a bottle with her gaze fixed on Storm, making out with a bitch. Tessa's hand gripped the bottle so tightly that her knuckles turned white, rage simmering beneath her surface. It's obvious she has strong feelings for Storm, yet the moron doesn't want to acknowledge her feelings.

Just how business should always be. But peace, in my life, never stayed long. The moment we stepped out of the conference room, a nervous secretary approached. “Alpha Alaric, I just wanted to confirm—will you be attending the gala tonight?” My brows furrowed. “Gala?” “Yes, sir. The annual celebration hosted by the StormCrest Pack. The invitation was sent about a week ago.” I glanced at Cassian, who looked as puzzled as I felt. “Did you know about this?”

All I know is that I’m happy and spending the rest of my life with this man and our friends, I’ll only ever be happy. “Everyone raise your glass and toast to these fine werewolves. They refused to allow our land to crumble beneath the feet of our enemy. I want you to take a good look at who is standing right now, Onyx Flame. Because you’ll notice that some of them aren’t even members of this pack. But they fought with us, and I cannot thank them enough for doing so. Without the help of each and every one of you, I imagine that fateful day would’ve ended much differently. I’m grateful to you all. Enjoy tonight everybody!”

He pointed it out casually. "Ah, yes." Lisa pursed her lips. When you had too many expenses, it was impossible to spend some on trivial things. Lisa, who had less than a few accessories, started to think about how to acquire more. The book launch event was held in the city's big library, and they were led right in the moment they arrived. The place was packed full of fans. The author wasn't just any common author; he was Caleb Monroe. A big-hit author who hardly shows up in public.

And now the audience occupied their respective seats. Once everyone was settled down, the Lycan Knight clasped his hands and maintained them at his abdomen level and started to speak over the microphone. His voice booming the silent atmosphere. In his husky voice, he said, "Dear Red River Lycan Ladies and Gentlemen! It's a pleasure seeing you all well assembled over here! First of all thanks to every single Lycan out here starting from the children to the elder Lycans to attend this twelfth acquisition celebration party!" Owen emphasized the number twelfth and took a pause after speaking the last sentence to take in the response of the Lycans. All of them cheered loudly and clapped their han

Chapter 162: The Coming Storm ANYA’S POV I sat beside Damien at the head table with our son nestled in my arms, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the warm glow of countless lanterns. Pack members raised glasses in our direction. Elders clapped each other on the back. Guests from Crescent Moon and Elowen mingled with Ironclaw warriors, sharing stories and congratulations. The air smelled of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh bread. Everything looked perfect. A celebration worthy of a new heir.

he said, his voice cheerful and upbeat. "Lucas, I just got off the phone with Mr. Salvatore. He wants me to organize a preview party for the launch of my book." "That's great news!" Lucas said, sounding genuinely excited. "Yes, but there's a catch. Mr. Salvatore is a strong vampire leader, and I want you and some of our werewolf members to be at the party. Just in case anything goes wrong." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Are you sure that's necessary?" Lucas asked finally.

Once I was suited up and ready to hit the competition floor, security blocked my path. Alfred was there, looming beside them. His eyes were stormy as he pointed at me, his voice booming, "That's the guy who crashed the event. Kick him out now!" The guard eyed me with a stern look. "Sir, your invitation, please." I raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'm the one running the show here. No invite needed." The words had barely left my lips when Alfred's mocking laughter cut through the air. "This event is the brainchild of Ms. Smith and her husband. Nelson, are you going to stand there and tell me you're Ms. Smith's husband? What's the hold-up? Get this liar out of here!"

He placed it next to the old, battered notebook—the original Archive. "Volume One and Volume Two," Cale said. "The Draft and the Final Copy." Cale turned to Elion. He checked his watch. "I have a meeting," Cale said. "A meeting?" "Sarah from Logistics. Video conference. 2 PM. We are discussing the shipment routes." "You're working today? It's Book Release Day! We should celebrate. We should drink champagne." "Celebration is scheduled for 1800 hours," Cale said. "Dinner. I bought steaks."

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.