Onyx Storm Excerpt Cosmopolitan Novels & Stories

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.

Oakhaven glittered beneath the sunset—beautiful, arrogant, alive. A city completely unaware it was living through its final peaceful spring. Nebula lounged across the mahogany table beside me like a miniature emperor overseeing the collapse of civilization. His sleek black tail flicked lazily back and forth while his emerald eyes reflected the storm of notifications illuminating my screen. “The hornets’ nest has officially been poked, Host,” Nebula purred smugly inside my head. “And look at them swarm.” I swiped open the first article.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

On the day Emma won her award, the first snow began to fall outside the window. She stood quietly before the glass, watching the snowflakes drift down. Suddenly, Zachary appeared behind her without a sound. He draped a cashmere coat over her shoulders. "I reserved a table at the revolving restaurant. We're having a celebration tonight." When they arrived at the restaurant, the waiter led them to a private dining room with panoramic windows on three sides, where the glittering nightscape of the city stretched beneath them. In the center, the table was laid with a crimson velvet cloth, adorned with crystal candelabras and fresh roses.

"As I was saying yesterday, my la- I mean, Germaine, we need your help in getting this talisman. It is the only weapon against the blood-drinking humans. They are already amongst your people and will stop at nothing to bring you all down as they are already doing with ours." Germaine said nothing. She was wondering how best to tell Storm to go to hell with his talks of doom. Instead, her mind wandered to Oliver, a guy she had just begun dating. Oliver was tall and broad shouldered. He had light blue eyes which turned dark with passion whenever he set eyes on her. Still thinking of him, she noticed how Storm's eyes began to flash with orange flames. He jerked upright and in a voice that sound

I felt his fury as I walked away, it was hot and loud, but I did not slow down. Camille’s voice cut in from the side. She stepped closer, her heels sinking slightly into the dirt. Her eyes swept over Onyx with open disgust. “That thing looks like it was dragged out of a slaughterhouse,” she sneered. “Perfect match for a low Omega.” She folded her arms, smiling as if she had already won. “I’ll enjoy watching you get thrown out of the race.” I did not respond. I crouched beside Onyx and pressed my palm against his shoulder. His muscles were tight, his breathing fast. I focused on him, pushing calm through the link between us.

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

Morwen looked startled, while Orion's expression turned grim, which said a lot because he never worried about Katerina. Swearing under his breath, Storm headed straight for the staircase, tossing the leather file onto the decorative entry table. The frightened Omega quickly scrambled out of his way while Orion followed a few steps behind, leaving Morwen alone downstairs. By the time Storm reached the second floor, he could hear her crying from the hall. “You said my baby would be fine!” Kat shrieked behind the bedroom doors. “You lied to me!” Storm pushed the double doors open and slowed his steps, careful to avoid a shattered flower vase near the fireplace. The white roses he brought her th

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

Storm sat beside me, eyeing the girl before us. “What can I get you, sir?” She leaned over the table, showing off her aasets. The girl wore a skimpy dress, green hair, big eyes and all. She was hot. But even as I looked at her, I couldn’t really see her. Chiara made it that my eyes saw no one and my mind thought of nobody but her. And my heart, don’t even start. “Bourbon, with rocks.” Storm answered for me and the girl walked away. See, even my ears were deaf before other women. What did that sexy witch do to me?