Onyx Storm Chapter 25 Novels & Stories

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

"Or else what? I'm not your toy that you summon when you feel like it. There are so many more wolves that would appreciate your help." "And one of them is you." "No Chase, I'm not. I don't know what to do for you to get that I don't want to be involved with you." "I don't care what you want." "Well I do, what is it you want from me? If it's sex then you better move along to your next victim, that will participate. " Storm felt his hand glide on her thigh, and realized that she was wearing very skimpy clothing, a tank top, and very tiny shorts, that barely covered her.

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

Your unity won’t save you from me. Alex tightened their grip and kept moving, the glow of the Nexus lighting their way. End of Chapter 24 This chapter deepens the group’s internal struggles while setting up the next trial that will test their collective strength.

Diamond swings, desperation in his eyes, but Orion spins, catching him by the arm, and in one swift motion, he throws Diamond like a ragdoll. Rain hammers around us, Orion is a storm they can’t weather but we all know it. We are the list line of defense against the bloodshed that he plans to unleash against the entire werewolf race. If we fall now, everything is lost. Without signal they shift in unison; muscles rippling, fur bursting across their skin as they launch themselves at Orion. Roman strikes first, a blur of wolf force, claws out, teeth snapping, but Orion sidesteps, barely breaking a sweat. Nicholas barrels in, his wolf form massive, but Orion catches him mid-pounce, flinging him

“I want to feel you fall apart on me. Let me have you.” Her cry ripped out of her, sharp and unrestrained, as release tore through her body like the lightning outside, white-hot and devastating. She spasmed around him, clenching so hard he cursed, driving deep and holding there as his control snapped. His body jerked, his breath shuddering against her throat, and she felt the flood of him spilling inside, pulsing in rhythm with the storm.

I heard her cries from across the room and watched the pack deny her help. I watched her get up. That part stayed with me longer than I expected it to. She is strong. “Who is she?” I ask my Beta, Cain, who accompanied me to Ashveil. “Lyra Thorne,” he whispered. “She is an omega and an orphan. She has no family in the pack.” “What was Godric’s reaction?” I inquired. A pause. “He seemed pleased.” “I wonder why.” He should know his son is making a mistake. Why didn't he stop him?

Rebekah dropped the folder back into her hands, their palms sliding together in a brief, heavy warrior’s grip to bind the contract before they vanished in opposite directions through the dark. Across the district, inside the private chambers of the Onyx Moon Den, Sienna Okafor couldn't maintain the elegant, compliant expressions she had been putting on for the last three hours. She shoved her crystal glass across the dark wood table, trying to swallow down the suffocating resentment building in her chest before she finally lost her temper and dialed her pack patriarch.

And we were closer than ever. --- END OF CHAPTER 25