Onyx Storm Series In Order Novels & Stories

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

“We can’t let them know our intentions, Lottie. But we both know our plan.” I knock and go into the office. We have a conversation. They will help us, but only after the eclipse. Maddox tries to tell them they need two elemental wolves. But they are having none of it. I nodded to Maddox. We are going to have to go with our Plan B. “Is there somewhere safe we can go for a run?” Ember is definitely going to have to get rid of her urges before we disappear. She would be all over Xavier as soon as they shift in the morning.

The glow deepened, pulsating in waves. As the light fades, we see her clutching a sword. The sword hummed, a low, steady sound that filled the room. My heart pounded in rhythm with it, each beat laced with both awe and fear. Around me, I could feel everyone holding their breath. My breath catches. I know that sword. I gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday—the day we became the First Order. It’s as pristine as the day I gifted it to her, the engravings on its blade shining as if they were just carved. Damien takes another step back, his face ashen, eyes wide with worry. Caleb and Austin finally shift their focus to him, their bodies going rigid.

All alphas and their sons from the strongest to the weakest bloodline. "But we will not be deterred. We can't win against these creatures by making peace or negotiations. What we need is to fight back. The attack on the South Rivers Pack is the first show they've put up in about two decades. We all might be wondering who is next?" Murmurs and grumbles spread through the crowd like wildfire before the clanging sound of spoon against glass rang through the air. The crowd instantly fell silent. "Elder Zane will now speak," a werewolf announced.

Terrifyingly calm and eager to face this Alpha. Tavian backs away from the two and gives them the signal to begin. But neither man moves. Garron's aura is still, this is beyond calm, he doesn't even register Dorian as a threat. Dorian sees this and his aura spikes and ripples violently as he draws power from his wolf. His fingers turn to claws and his teeth to fangs as releases a blow no doubt harder than anyone he's thrown before. The blow makes contact with a Garron's chest, sending a small shock wave through the arena. There's no way an Omega survives that is what we all thought, yes, including me, but Garron was unfazed.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

he chuckled, and then Peter laughed, "Maybe we can build something around this product later..." He suggested, and at that moment, Storm entered the office, followed by Sary, Petra, and Eirula. "Uncles!" she greeted them with a hug. "Which product?" she asked immediately after, and Eulisses lifted a tart. "Oh! Those are good..." she said, taking one and eating it. "Uncle Eulisses, Uncle Peter, let me introduce you. This is Sary, the equivalent of my Beta. Then here are Petra and Eiry—Gamma and Delta." I said this, and they greeted Storm's uncles.

"Get out here. Now." Lyra dried her hands on a rag and hurried outside, her heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and dread. She stepped into the courtyard and saw a group of unfamiliar wolves standing with Kael and Jaxon. At their center was a tall, imposing figure with piercing blue eyes and an air of authority that made her shiver. Orion Stormwind.

They crossed swords, looking at each other with hostile glances through the shiny steel of their weapons. Onyx made several feinting lunges, then swung his sword straight, aiming for the lord's throat. Tristan retreated, parrying Felix's sword. When the sharp, black blade of the Night Raven touched the steel of the sword, Tantario noticed with horror that it plunged into the metal like a knife into butter. Breaking the contact, Tantario looked at his weapon - a deep notch appeared on the surface of the sword. The next blow of the black blade gave the knight's sword a new scratch. Tristan circled around the advancing Onyx, trying to keep the weapons close only with the flat side of the blade.

Ryker coughed, clutching his throat, his pride bleeding through the cracks of humiliation. “This isn’t over,” he spat, eyes flicking to me. “You’ll see who he really is, River. And when you do……” Orion took one step toward him, and Ryker bolted, stumbling down the hall before disappearing into the stairwell. Silence. Orion stood there for a moment, his breathing steady but his jaw tight. I stepped closer, hesitating at first. “Orion…” He turned to me slowly, and I saw it, the storm still burning in his eyes. His wolf was close to the surface, protective and violent all at once.