Onyx Storm Word Count Novels & Stories

Seeing me silent, Vincent initiated the conversation, “Your dad invited me to demand rejection, Little Swan. He handed me the lycan constitution to prove that I am not worthy to be your mate anymore.” What? It was a mistake to underestimate my dad’s silence before. He decided to take extreme measures immediately. I almost flinched as Vincent placed his hand on my shoulder and asked, “Do you also want to reject me, Little Swan?” His query erased the long speech I prepared for him, my mind was totally blank as my tongue slipped, “Onyx is dead, and I am not shifting into a lycan. Are you willing to be with an omega?” “Yes!” Vincent spoke at once, “I don’t care about it, Little Swan.”

He held a glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid slowly. "My men have been at this for three hours," Juno noted, leaning against a wooden crate. "Most would have begged for a quick death by now. But you? You just keep staring at me like you’re waiting for a chance to bite." Storm lifted his head, his one good eye narrowing. "I’m... not most them." Juno laughed, a dry, cold sound that echoed off the damp walls. He signaled his men to stop for a moment. He walked closer, stopping just inches from Storm’s face.