Onyx Storm Series In Order Novels & Stories

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

I nodded, now understanding why he was looking at her so intently just the day before. “She’s in safe hands. Return with honor.” Orion slapped my back, having me look at him wide-eyed. Did he just slap me? “Ready?” Odessa looked longingly at me once more as the three of us let our smoke engulf us. Black for me, navy for Nicholas, and light green for Amora. Our dragons reared their heads back, roaring loudly a battle cry that could be heard for miles. If Adam was lucky, maybe he could prepare himself.

Tate’s father wasn’t happy with the idea of the three of us taking over one day and makes it a point often that Tate choosing us is a big mistake. Tate doesn’t give a damn what his father wants most of the time, but he agrees on the mate hunt. We need to find an Omega, so when he becomes Alpha, he can help renew the power of the pack. When a new member is brought into the pack, there is a ritual where a small drop of blood is taken from an Omega and added to a special drink and consumed by everyone in the pack. It’s believed that that small amount of blood can heal the females of the pack and strengthen the males as well.

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The forest around me dissolved into darkness, replaced by jagged flashes of memory, visions I didn’t remember living but felt every ounce of as real as the night air. I was a child again. I could hear the frantic shouts, the low growls of wolves, the sharp metallic bite of weapons slicing through the night. Father—Orin Stormwolf—was cornered, fighting with all the strength of a true alpha. But his own beta… my blood froze as I realized the betrayal. The beta’s family, Karen’s parents, had turned against him. The man I had called father all my life. And there was Damon, moving through the shadows with practiced precision, and beside him, the priestess—the one who wielded fire as easily as bre

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Luna stayed close to her side protectively. “This is Nyx. Ancient Lunar Wolf. Survivor of the first void wars. She spent decades hiding from civilisation because she was corrupted by the very darkness she fought. She is proof that sometimes the cost of fighting evil is becoming partially evil yourself. That is what unfocused military escalation would do to us.”

“You don’t even know me.” “You keep saving me ,” I say. “That’s enough for tonight .” The stained-glass windows explode inward . Omaras (face shredded from my claws, still bleeding) and Sorrel drop through, followed by twenty elite vampires in black armor. “Found you,” Omaras growls, touching his ruined cheek. “This face is permanent, hybrid. I’m going to wear yours next.” Adrian steps in front of me, blade out . “Over my dead body .”

But the thing wearing his face just tightens its grip, enjoying every second of my struggle. “Oh, Zane,” he purrs mockingly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “This is exactly where you belong—right at my mercy.” Then Nero, Osiris, and Arkyn charge at Orion, their combined force barreling toward him with a deadly focus. For a moment, Orion doesn’t move; he just stands there, waiting, that twisted smirk never leaving his face. Then, like a storm unleashed, he throws me to the side and meets them head-on; no hesitation, no restraint. He doesn’t shift into his beast form, doesn’t rely on the raw power that would have given him the edge.