Onyx Storm Target Edition Novels & Stories

They used daggers and swords made up of silver and Ashwood to kill rogues and vampires. At every front, they took their attackers off guard and attacked them with the clear intention of killing them in one strike. Onyx used his speed, flexibility, and strength to kill the vampires and rogues as well in one blow. With every splash of blood on his body, he felt a weird and sick satisfaction in his heart. Every strike of his paws killing either a vampire or a rogue increased the level of his excitement and he struck the next one with more excitement. He roared and beat his chest like a wild beast before pouncing on the enemies, moving among trees and on the ground as well.

There were easily hundreds of them. As for games, he had tens of thousands of cartridges and discs. Cyrus pulled out the latest PS-AI7, hooked it up to his massive 100-inch TV, and started gaming. Today's pick was this year's newest ++A action release, Batonetta: Noir XIII. At his side were other titles too: Elven Circle, The Monster Hunter: New Realms, Sector: Umbrae Die Twice. And if he ever felt those games were too short, he could always grind away at massive time sinks like Illumination 7 or States: Skylines.

He looked out the window at the wolves that were running beside the SUV. He searched for his friend that was running next to the window before they got the news that the Lycans had reached the jet and were tearing through it trying to get to the pups. Onyx picked up speed easily passing the wolves ahead of him and the SUV he could no longer be seen. Onyx was the fastest of the warriors even in human form. Blaze knew he was afraid for his mate and his pup. He kissed the top of Mina’s head lightly, pressing his hand on her stomach reassuring himself that his pup was ok. The flutters that followed made him smile; his pup was strong.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

Nick BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. I took off my earpiece and lowered my rifle on the table. I pushed the lever, causing the sheet of silhouette target paper in front of me to dangle. Bullet holes peppered the black and white target. Fifteen out of fifteen of them were in the bull’s eye. I smirked. I pulled up a freshly drawn target and fired my prestigious M&P 9 M2.0, hitting the target in the head, chest, and crotch. The holy trinity.

The very air grew thick and hostile. “Run!” I shouted. “Toward the howl! That is where she is!” We charged through the chaos, fighting the forest every step. Luna stayed close to me, her small size actually advantageous in navigating the dense undergrowth. After what felt like hours but was probably minutes, we burst into a clearing. And there, standing in the centre, was Nyx. She was magnificent and terrifying. Larger than any wolf should be, her fur silver but streaked with black corruption. Her eyes glowed silver, but were threaded with void purple that pulsed with malevolent energy.

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.”

I wasn’t going to say no anyway I stood behind him and held the gun in his hands. They were soft, I looked at him from the corner of my eyes he looked straight at the target his eyes narrowed in concentration and his mouth pursed. I looked forward again. “What’s your target” Orion wheeled himself closer, eyes fixed on the smallest mouthed clown target. “That one,” he said, pointing without hesitation. A neat thousand points hung above its head. I stepped behind him, hand over his on the toy gun. His skin was warm

He was swinging a shard of glass the size of his forearm, it's thickest end dripping with the blood from his sliced hand. "Get the gun off her!" Burney yelled. He was riffling through bags, searching for the stash of firearms with HG dipped bullets. I dashed towards her. "Ronnie! Snap out of it, we need your gun!" She nodded, but stayed as she was. "I can't find them," he said, his voice verging on panic as he looked for something else to use on Stan. "Ronnie! Come on!" "Screw this."

Jayson muttered sarcastically, throwing himself back into his chair while Blake looked like he was practically asleep on the sofa. "Alpha James is leading the attack. There are seven packs involved in total, that includes James' pack. It will happen in two days time before the sun has even risen," I stated. "How do you know this? Are you working with him?" Jayson shouted and I noticed the change in his eyes as they shifted from their usual blue to black within a matter of seconds. His fists were clenching at his side and, though I was terrified because I knew he was seconds away from shifting and murdering me, I still held myself and didn't let him know that I was terrified.