Onyx Storm Series In Order Novelas e Histórias

My head was becoming fuzzy from blood loss, but I had enough sense left to spin an elaborate plot that was nothing more than a flimsy lie. A triumphant light sparkled in Phineas’s cold, dead eyes. “Nox is planning on allying himself with Lyra, is he? When are they intending on striking the Lycan encampment? I’m sure you told them all about our security protocols in Juneau. I want locations of where his troops will meet, I want everything.”

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

Water convulsed and lifted, funneling skyward, a twisting serpent of spray. “Oh, for the love of raw meat!”Trinity snapped. You made a tornado. “Stop it before it eats the castle, Firestorm!” Damn it! What the hell was this? Was the Moon Goddess bored and using me for entertainment? I dug my claws into the wet ground, heart slamming. The waterspout spun faster, lurching toward the shore. Towards the castle. “Fuck a duck and ten chickens!” How much more was I supposed to take? “Focus!” Trinity barked. “You started it and you can stop it. Find your calm. Pull it back.”

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.”

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

A few even had witches on their backs to have a better advantage. Vandal, Magis, and Dravo were barking orders out to different groups. Our dragons haven’t been fire breathers in a long time. Flames would have helped at the moment but right now, we just needed to destroy those who wanted to destroy the lives of our kinsmen and our allies. Onyx shifted into his black and white dragon and took to the sky. I took off on foot towards the main gate. “Status!” I ordered from a few warriors that were waiting for orders about twenty feet from our main gate.

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.

He runs to find Hunter to come up with a plan. We spot Hunter's wolf fighting two other wolves. Onyx doesn't hesitate and jumps on top of the wolf just before it launches Hunter from behind and instantly sinks his teeth into the wolf's neck before ripping out his throat. Onyx turns around to see Hunter still fighting the other wolf and just when he runs up to help a loud alarm pounds through the air. It hurts my ears and all the wolves stop fighting. Onyx tries to cover his ears when all Jack's men run off. That can't be good.