Onyx Tower Novels & Stories

He pointed at the structure Kael was assembling near the old greenhouse. It wasn’t a wolf den. It wasn’t a nursery. It was a structure of steel and polarized glass, sleek and violently modern against the gothic stone of the estate. Inside, workers were already installing a massive obsidian desk, a wall of server racks, and a high-speed satellite uplink. It was a replica. Perfect, down to the ergonomic chair. It was her New York office. Phoenix stopped. Her breath hitched, just for a second. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice cold.

he says. “Seven minutes,” I reply automatically. His lips twitch. “Genetic,” he mutters. He studies me for a long moment, his gaze sharp, assessing. “You ready?” he asks. I meet his eyes. “I didn’t come back to hesitate.” The proposal sits on the glass table between us. Architectural renderings. Financial projections. City permits. At the center of every page, STERLING TOWER Location: 450 Park Avenue Directly across the street. From Knight Industries.

~ Amara ~ The taxi door clicked shut behind me with a sharp, final sound. I stood on the sidewalk and looked up at Helix Tower. It was the tallest shimmering point in the Ravenport skyline, a needle of glass and corporate power. For a year, I had arrived here in a black Maybach with tinted windows. I had arrived as a ghost, a "stable asset" in a marriage that was just a strategic business deal. Tonight, the tower looked different. The top floors were dim. The massive neon "M" at the summit was dark. I walked through the revolving doors and entered the lobby.

“Hurry up human. You had your time with our mate, now it’s my time.” “Ok Onyx, but remember, we have to get back, so no funny business.” “Whatever.” Onyx says and pushes his way to the front. He is such an impatient wolf. “I heard what you were thinking human” I quickly shift, and Onyx walks up to Tamaska in all his midnight black glory. Onyx is taller than Tamaska, but only by a little. They are a perfect match. Onyx looks like the night sky and Tamaska looks like the moon itself shining in the night sky.

Chapter 131 The Kane Industries tower gleamed like a diamond against the night sky, every window ablaze with light. Inside the grand ballroom on the fortieth floor, crystal chandeliers cast golden reflections across the sea of New York's elite who had gathered for the gala celebrating the Phoenix Grid launch. Tomorrow, the city's power system would change forever.

Always bustling and busy with visitors. But they guarded their city like warriors with a grudge. It wasn’t long before the land started to change and we made it to the Glass black tower. Curt’s voice came through the comm. “Hold formation. Eyes up.” We drove another ten minutes before we saw it. The tower was 59 floors high and full of their highest level panthers and probably a good quarter of the sentinels. Most of the panthers joined the Rinks. They always signed up. It was like a silent right. Unlike wolves who went in small numbers. They went in the hundreds.

Lia's POV The club was impossible to miss—a sleek, modern building with matte black exterior and the name "ONYX" in glowing white neon letters above the entrance. A line of well-dressed people snaked down the sidewalk, waiting to get past the velvet ropes where two large bouncers were checking IDs and deciding who was cool enough to enter. We climbed out of the Uber and I immediately felt self-conscious. The line was long and everyone looked impossibly stylish and beautiful and like they belonged here in a way I wasn't sure I did.

His loyalty will never let anything bad happen. The watch on his hand beeped, it’s eleven pm. Master told him to feed her at half past eleven which means he should ask Aurora to cook now so that they will be prepared by that time. The Onyx is the four-storey building, the capital of the entire city Ralph built and located exactly in the centre surrounding with buildings at least mile away from it. Encircling the fort are the tall bushy trees concealing the insides thoroughly. The Onyx is built elegantly with black brick walls and highlighted with gold. But the maximum of the building is engulfed with floor to ceiling glass windows. A huge black wolf with golden eyes sculpture is placed in fr

The Vlad Holdings tower rose from the center of the financial district like a blade driven into the earth. Forty seven stories of glass and steel, its surface reflecting the gray morning sky, the surrounding buildings, the hurried movements of the people below. It was a monument to power, to wealth, to the kind of control that could only be bought with blood and silence.

Steinway Tower rose like a razor blade into the New York night, the world’s skinniest skyscraper, with one breathtaking residence per floor. At the very top, the penthouse offered a dizzying 360-degree view of Manhattan — glittering lights stretching from the Hudson to the East River, the Empire State Building glowing like a jewel below. Victor Kane, 46, owned the apex residence. Tall, powerfully built, with sharp features, sun-bronzed skin, and cold, commanding eyes, he was a hedge fund predator who took what he wanted — markets, companies, and women.