Onyx Systems Novels & Stories

Devon immediately began. "I found something." The room became silent. Devon projected several documents onto the screen. "Orion isn't just another technology project." His fingers moved across the keyboard. Diagrams appeared. Technical structures. System architecture. Military-grade frameworks. Then Devon spoke. "Orion uses the same foundation as Mionier." Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. "Mionier was originally designed as a national security system." Images appeared. Surveillance. Threat analysis. Defense coordination. Strategic monitoring.

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

We were done defending. For three hours, Yuri walked us through every room of the palazzo’s internal layout. We memorized the corridors, the guard rotations, the location of the central power generators, and the location of the High Table’s primary server architecture, the "Oracle System," a black-market neural network that calculated market panics, political assassinations, and financial collapses using grandmaster game theory.

"My inner wolf fully comprehends the gravity of this watch." Even if my mind was the hidden engine behind the Wraithfang Recon Unit, tonight my frame represented the future of Nighthowl Systems. Orion was riding an absolute wave of respect across the borders right now, and with his sire being an ancestral legend of Skyfang Rift Engineering, not a single warlord in the hall would dare snub his presence. Between exchanging formal warrior salutes, Orion made a calculated point of parading my form before the chieftains. "This is Lardon Vexley—the tactical genius my vanguard just integrated into the core architecture of Nighthowl Systems."

Odessa thought out loud, keeping the conversation going. "Onyx is the inspiration of our Omegas and other she-wolves. She's an Omega but commands our wolf warriors. On the field, she's more of an Alpha than an Omega. As much as she's a great sacrifice to us, omegas aren't meant to be on their own, they are supposed to be pampered and be taken care of by their mates. I peached to my omegas every day to let their mates do the job but my words are being taken for granted, Onyx has taken my place in their hearts," she explained, her tone holding no bitterness or malice but with tenderness and fervor.

They all back away while going to their knees and bear their necks. “I am so sorry for using my command, it is something I wish not to use, but Onyx is very tiny and needs time to develop a better immune system. I will allow you all to see him from a distance. Please allow me room to get him from the car. Then join me in the backyard for the viewing ceremony.” I knew everyone would want to meet Onyx, but I needed to do this on my terms not the packs. I had arranged a ceremony where I would have a camera facing the platform and it would be projected on multiple screens for the pack to see.

And on the central monitor, a single line appeared: > “Hello, Sebastian. Curious how it feels to be watched?” His jaw clenched. “They’ve breached my personal grid.” Ocean stood beside him, eyes narrowing. “No. They want you to know they have.” She took the drive from his hand, turning it over. Her thumb brushed the metal casing — and then her face changed. “This isn’t standard issue,” she said softly. “This is Orion tech. I used to design their prototypes.” Sebastian’s eyes snapped to her. “You’re saying my rival has been feeding from your old company?”

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.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

“What? How is that possible? I thought only lycan’s could speak in beast form.” “We are special.” Athena simply answered. “That you are my mate. There is no one like you. Ok Onyx is ready to come out.” He laughed as I could see his eyes changing as Onyx was pushing forward to take charge. He got undressed and Athena didn’t look away and I was so glad she didn’t because the sight before was other worldly. All I could see was muscles for days and damn that ass. Onyx shifted and looked at us. Athena wasn’t even embarrassed. Onyx stood maybe a foot and a half taller than Athena. He looked dangerous, midnight black with what seemed to be touches of light brown on some of his fur, but the thing th