Onyx Storm Release Novels & Stories

I didn't bother talking to her, just showered and entered into bed. **************** Storm's POV The Luna ceremony was in two days and I was still in this pack. I hadn't given up, I was stalling because I knew Noah was watching me like I was a hostage. I had my escape plan already, I was going to wait until Noah had gone to his office, before leaving. "What do you want for dinner? I'll make it when I come back." Noah asked, pouring himself a glass of water. I chewed on my bacon as slowly as possible and shrugged, it didn't matter, I wasn't going to be here to eat it.

Draven bellowed gloriously sending quivers to Onyx's heart. Onyx yelped as he felt his essence being taken from his spirit and cried, "I...I am sorry! Please forgive me, my Lord, for I did not know." The large wolf's expression remained unchanged, but the flames disappeared causing Onyx to release a sigh of relief.

"They are a rising force we need to seriously reevaluate." "Forget about the NightOwls. I will handle them. You two focus on the new product launch preparation. This time, we must not only garner the entire upper society's attention but also attract the interest of the foreign countries." Long Tian loosened another button, sweat dripping down his forehead under the glow of the nightlights. The NightOwls were becoming a headache, something he didn't like. 'I guess it's time to move them out of the way.' Bang! "Long Tian, sorry I'm late!"

Shit. I watch Orion shift and move far too quickly for my eyes to follow him clearly. The candle holder hits his back, and it falls to the floor. Storm grabs him as he glares towards her. I guess she gets what she wants. “Get my dads,” I shout to the guards. Me, OK, throw shit at me, hit me, but Storm did nothing wrong. “You’re going to have me arrested?” Rose laughs and looks at me like she thinks I won't. I am because there was no reason for that.

Then, we heard it. Shouting. Inside the walls. It wasn't the rhythmic shouting of orders. It was the chaotic, violent screaming of men turning on their superiors. CRACK. CRACK. The propellant in the rifles ignited with a series of sharp, dry snaps. The pressure waves hit the air, but the trajectory wasn't toward us. I looked up. An Onyx Guard stood on the ramparts. He had removed his helmet. His face was a mask of anguish, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He threw his rifle over the edge. The weapon hit the dry moat with a final, metallic clang.

She and the kids are in front, while Andy and Owen run behind them. Lacey had just reached the tree line when she hears what sounds like a crack of thunder echo through the quiet night and then she hears a cry. A grunt of pain and she turns around to see Owen barely able to hold Andy upright as he groans. Blood pures out of Andy's leg and splatters on the ground. “Andy!” Lacey shouts. Owen turns around to face Andy, examining the wound. Another loud boom and then Owen grimaces. Lacey watches in horror as blood stains his gray sweatshirt and he pitches forward into the snow. “Oh my God, Owen!”

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, his gaze snapping to the door. Carol and Sienna strode in, flanked by a squad of cops. Alfred's instinct was to bolt, but the officers were on him in a flash, slapping the cuffs on with a satisfying click. Carol knelt down to slice through my bonds, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, Nelson. I've got you." Sienna dabbed at my tears with a tissue, and only then did I realize I had been crying. I reached out and clung to her in a tight embrace.

Storm AND THIS JUST IN BILLIONNAIRE EX-CEO DASTAN LEMOS WAS SHOWN ON THE NEWS THIS MORNING AS BEING DETAINED IN GINKOU ALONG WITH HIS ASSISTANT FOR ILLEGAL ENTRY WITH MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN THEIR POSSESSION AND NOTHING TO SHOW AS TO HOW THEY CAME ABOUT THE CASH, THE PRIME MINISTER SAID HE IS WILLING TO MEET WITH HIS FAMILY TO DISCUSS THE NEXT STEPS PENDING THIS SITUATION, THIS AND MORE NEWS WE BRING- Now the Raging Storm is truly over, revenge is always most refreshing when it is served cold.

“Do you guys even know how to change a satellite? Because if not, then all our work here is useless.” Skyr stopped glaring at Byron as he marched in my direction. “I do.” He grumbled as he stood beside me and started examining the outline of the satellite. “It seems like we need to change the disk after all. There are a few cracks, which must have been caused by some sort of storm. Maybe that’s why the others haven’t returned. The storm must have caught them.” He observed. “Lord Byron, can you bring me the tools? Nathalia, can you also hand me the wires? And be wary of the wind. If a storm does come, we have to seek shelter at a lower ground immediately.”

I walked out into the cold night of the Nightfall Territory, my pulse steadying into the rhythm of the hunt. Later, in the quiet sanctuary of the Moonshade Atelier, I sat with my laptop, the screen reflecting the blue light of the digital war raging across the pack networks. My phone buzzed. It was Nyx. "Xender," she said, her voice crackling with excitement. "You have to see this. The feud between the Stormriven and Guerrero lines has gone nuclear. Tricia just leaked the audio. The whole territory is screaming." "I’ve seen it," I said, my focus fixed on a new design draft. "Is it finished?"