Novel & Cerita Onyx Storm Book Series

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

Storm believed that she wouldn’t be receiving an answer then. “It’s absolutely sad that it had been stolen. You have to get it back, by all means. It contains instructions and ways to conquer the darkness that is coming.” Storm clucked her tongue in dismay, feeling like pulling her hair. But was it her fault? Was there a way she could have hidden it from the vampire? How had the latter even known that she had the book? She had never brought it out in the open; the book had never left her house. “But that’s alright. Just hang in there, and make the most of the opportunities. About the red beast that had troubled your dreams, and the woman that had given you nightmares for years, you will find

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.

Ryder left, locking the door behind him, then slid down the stone just outside it, breathing through the ache, the want, the reverence his wolf could barely contain. Inside, Eyrix curled onto his side, power still humming, blood still burning—but for the first time, his heat did not feel like a sentence. It felt like a beginning. And both of them knew the world would come for him soon. Blackfang would have to decide what it meant to kneel to an Omega. And Ryder would have to decide how far he was willing to fall.

His voice showed he was worried, and I could feel he didn't want to talk about it. “Please,” I said, moving closer. “We need to know. He's threatening my pack, and he claims to know things about my past – about my mother.” Orion sighed heavily, seeming to age years in a matter of seconds. “Ryder Storm,” he began, “was once one of the most respected alphas in werewolf history. Powerful, charismatic, visionary. But power corrupts, and Ryder… Ryder became obsessed with ancient prophecies and forbidden magics.”

I saw about twenty rogues as I stepped into the silent realm, still in wolf form, and circled them. They sneered and growled at the three wolves in front of them; Onyx attacked from behind. It was almost too easy as he swiped his paw across one rogue's back, his spine snapped as he whimpered on the forest floor. The next one turned too late as Onyx grabbed him by the neck, shook his body twice, and he fell limply to the ground. The three wolves who had followed me were each busy with a rogue, as Onyx went for wolf after wolf. He barely stopped to assess the situation, just biting and ripping rogues apart. The forest floor was littered with dead rogues and barely fifteen minutes had passed s

“Onyx is.. my sister.” His sister? That didn’t seem too bad. Why would he be so worried about his sister? She couldn’t be any worse that Claudis, could she? “I didn’t know you had a sister.” “I have many siblings, but Onyx is by far the most dangerous. She is the youngest of us all and most vicious. She is like my father’s personal attack dog. Where I handle the more diplomatic side of things as the future leader, she is a warrior and one of the strongest, if not the strongest, that we have. She has killed many wolves, vampires and others, and it is not just because she must. She enjoys it. She absolutely despises wolves and doesn’t particularly care for humans, either. I am sure she will no

My heart almost leaped out of my mouth when I heard my father’s next statement. “Onyx.” Zyphre roared, releasing his aura to suppress him, but Onyx was stronger than Zyphre. “Zyphre, attack on my count.” I felt pity for Onyx because this was our father’s wolf, Orion, the most formidable alpha in present time. “Yes, Father.” Zyphre affirmed the sentence in a gruff voice, and they both leaped high in the air as Onyx was within their reach now. In no time, they both shifted into their wolf forms and lunged at Onyx from behind when he was about to cross the back alley of Sheryl’s society.

Onyx. Zayden’s wolf slammed into the rogue hard enough to send him crashing across the dirt before pinning him beneath massive paws. “You’re welcome,” Zayden linked smugly. “You couldn’t resist showing off.” “Somebody has to carry this family.” Nyx snorted loudly. “Honestly he might have a point.” Traitor. The rogue struggled violently beneath Onyx while snapping his jaws repeatedly. “Ryker,” Zayden barked through the link. “Silver chains. Now.”

“Onyx, this is my dad, Grey.” “Pleased to meet you,” said Onyx, shaking the human’s hand. He had the same eyes as Tasha, but there was none of her impishness there—instead, there was ruthlessness and danger. He and his wolf recognized a predator when he saw one, and the male before him was certainly one. He also knew that Grey would recognize Onyx as a fellow predator, and that was important because he had no intention of letting anyone try to intimidate him. “Likewise,” drawled Grey, sounding not at all honest.