Onyx Storm Target Edition Novels & Stories

I stepped up onto the makeshift platform and pushed open the skylight—the one Carter had installed so we could "watch the stars." I gripped the frame and hauled myself onto the roof. The wind whipped around me, carrying the sharp scent of rain. I stood on the wet tiles, the voice in my head finally screaming the truth. Jump, Selene. He never loved you. You’re an Omega with no Pack, no purpose, and no future. You’re a joke. I looked down at the dark, unforgiving ground three stories below. I spread my arms wide. I was actually smiling when I stepped off the edge.

Shoot the inner upper thigh. Thorne hesitated for a split second, his eyes shifting in his scope. The thigh? That is a three inch target in a storm, girl. Are you an elite marksman or a child with a toy gun, Thorne? Valerie fired back, her words hitting him like a slap. Take the shot. Thorne growled, adjusting his windage. He squeezed the trigger.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

Everything in Stormfang lands belonged to him. He removed his cloak this time, tossing it across a chair. Without the heavy fur, his form was even more imposing. His black leather tunic hugged his broad chest, the silver emblem of his pack gleaming at his belt. His raven hair caught the dim light, and his scar—sharpened against the curve of his jaw—made him look more warlord than man. His silver eyes swept the room, landing first on the parchment, then on Bella, before finally fixing on her father. “You had your chance,” he said, his voice steady, even. “Now the debt will be paid.”

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

They were two of Dexter's betas. I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade. Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened "Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"

Onyx smirked before diving for the kill again- me ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Nox’s POV I took out my anger on the nature-made shooting range across the waterfall. It was only open for the higher-ups and the crashing sound of the waterfall muffled the sounds of gunshots and gave a wide range to practice across the banks without the fear of hurting anyone.

"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.

Corey introduced the competition, spotlighting the pack's charity choice. As the tournament progressed, a new challenger emerged: Lunar Shadow, a formidable Lycan clan from Eastern Europe. Their leader, Viktor Kozlov, sneered at the pack. "American wolves are weak. We'll claim victory." Blaze's eyes narrowed. "We'll defend our title." Storm analyzed Lunar Shadow's gameplay, seeking weaknesses. Rain optimized their gear, ensuring peak performance. Ryker and Phoenix stood ready, providing supernatural strength. The crowd roared as the pack faced Lunar Shadow. The match began, and Lunar Shadow employed unorthodox tactics, testing the pack's adaptability. Blaze, Storm, Rain, Ryker and Phoenix co

“You talk too much about things that are not your problem, Silvercrest scum!” “But the fact that you’ve started a war against my pack,that kinda makes it my problem since I am their Beta, you know.” “It won’t be any more when I kill you right here and right now!” Dream on, bitch! Onyx, Aaron’s wolf, snarled from within his human. Wait, bro… what’s that? Suddenly, Aaron saw something glinting in his boisterous enemy’s hand, as the sun’s rays reflected on it…