Onyx The Fortuitous Merch Novels & Stories

Aaron felt a headache forming from how often Mergec's mood changed within a minute. "We have another offer." "We?" "I meant the council has another offer," Aaron corrected himself. "Let's hear it." "You can pick any three artefacts from the council's treasury in exchange for the orb that is with you," Aaron voiced, and Mergec hummed, pretending to think about the offer. "The new offer plus the old offer, and you'll get the orb after confirming none of it is fake," Mergec bargained with a serious expression. "If you are taking the old offer, then let's make it two artefacts," Aaron replied.

Violet averted her gaze, if she had kept looking, then she might have drowned herself in the ocean of his eyes. She fidgeted with her fingers gazing up at the crescent moon. Lennox tucked his hands in his pockets only to feel the coldness of that beautiful piece he was carrying around with him. "I didn't know what to give you on your birthday. I saw this pendant at the shop and your smiling face flashed in my head. I bought it because I think it'll look beautiful on you," He rasped, stepping in front of her and holding the dangling pendant between them. It was a beautiful golden chain with a heart-shaped pendant that had a diamond engraved in the core of it.

Zeidan Bran eyed the heavy metal door with locks before him. He hadn't wanted to involve the Onyx in the war but as bloody as this is getting, it's high time he does. Or maybe keep it in a safe place. A safe place like South Park. But can he trust Styx enough to give him all the Onyx? What if he refuses to return it? He touched the knob and thought of how his father had given him access to the room and treasure.

Tasha kind of liked that. Coming to stand in front of Tasha, Onyx fought back the urge to reach out, drag her to him, and take what was his. The need emanating from her wasn’t helping. Spotting his gift at her station, he grinned. “So it came.” Humor danced in her eyes, making his grin widen.

Ves coughed awkwardly and shamelessly answered, "I was involved in its creation, yes. Lucky is unique and isn't for sale, but if you're interested in my other creations, how about you take a look at my Phantasm?" As groups of squealing girls tried to pet and take pictures with Lucky, Ves allowed them to do so as long as they behaved. The cat seemed to lap up all of the attention, as if he was making up for the times when Ves appeared too preoccupied with his work to play with his pet. Nonetheless, the steady stream of girls allowed Ves to conveniently insert a few mentions of his products. "Be sure to search for the Fantasia 2R Phantasm when you visit the in-game market! It's the perfect mec

Even someone as powerful as the Onyx Serpents' leader might need his help. Nonetheless, they did not know that Andrew's connection with the Onyx Serpents ran much deeper. That so-called heir did not just visit Andrew for medical advice—he practically groveled in Andrew's presence, addressing him with endless deference like a devoted lackey. As Jayrodale's elite arrived for the auction, a stunning woman in an elegant dress took the stage as auctioneer and announced the start. The first few items were unremarkable—just antiques, ornaments, and artwork that did not interest Andrew much.

Knox comes into the room, surprising me when I see that he is in a tuxedo, "Are you coming to the party as well?" "Of course," his eyes sweep me up and down before he comes to stand behind me, "You don't think Jory and I would allow Merrick to take you to such a party without all of your Masters, do you?" He grins and then takes my hands and holds them out to my sides, so he can better look at me, "Damn, Merrick outdid himself with this dress; it even matches your eyes, Baby." The lust in Knox's eyes as he stares at me through the mirror causes tingles down below, and I blush. The dress is an iridescent color of blue and purple, just like my eye color, and he's correct in saying that Merrick

Curiously, she turned toward the source and held her breath at the sight. Onyx entered the ballroom wearing a black suit crafted particularly for him, emphasising the ferocity of his build. His strong shoulders were accentuated, as were his muscular arms, which flexed as he ran a hand over his hair. His gorgeous hair was sought to be slicked back, but some strands fell over his eyes. She finally got to glimpse the chiselled face she'd been wanting to behold. He was just stunning. Her body felt this heedless yearning full force after barely a day of his absence.

The red-headed boy stood awkwardly next to his brother. “Lord Fort,” Bernard said, with a faint smile as he headed to greet him. “It’s been a long time. I hope you have been doing well.” “Lord Bernard,” Fort said, shaking hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you once again.” “That must be Noah,” he added, glancing at Noah. “Greetings, My Lord,” Noah introduced. “I’m Noah Hiraeth.” Everett Fort chuckled deeply and turned to gesture at the boys next to him. “These are my sons,” he said. “Oswald, my eldest and my Knight’s Commandor. Merrick, he is just your age if my memory serves me right.”

They all seemed to be enjoying the story as they all listened with keen interest. "When Henry was four, he started bleeding from his ear and we took him to an otolaryngologist who was Alex. Alex explained to us that Henry could hear but he heard multiple sounds at once so loudly that he couldn't tell when someone was speaking to him. Alex told us the condition of Henry and since then everything changed. Alex and Gary, Henry's father brought about the idea of the Fortress. It was originally Gary's idea. Alex taught both Gary and Henry how to control their abilities and use them at will. Later on, the fortress was finally established. Not long after, Alex told Gary about magic and they both st