Onyx Tower Novels & Stories

If Kaelen Thorn was offering me a chance—even a mysterious, potentially dangerous chance—I had to take it. I swung my legs out of bed and headed for the tiny shower. By 9:45, I was standing across the street from Thorn Tower, trying not to let my jaw drop. The building was magnificent—fifty stories of glass and steel that caught the morning light like a diamond. It dominated the city skyline, visible from almost anywhere downtown, a monument to everything Kaelen Thorn had built. People streamed in and out of the revolving doors, all of them polished and professional and utterly confident in their place in the world.

The light from the Nexus was blinding. It rolled across the plaza in slow waves, illuminating everything in a ghostly silver. Adrian pulled Lena close as the wind whipped around them, charged with static and the metallic taste of ozone. The tower rose above them like something alive. Its surface shifted with every heartbeat, glass panels re-forming, steel ribs twisting as if the building were breathing. Deep inside, the Core throbbed — a pulse of pure code and power. “Stay with me,” Adrian murmured.

The metropolis was showered with its first soft snow. Olympus Tower, a hundred-story monument to power, is shrouded in the glow of thousands of artificial rubies. The Vanguard Charity Party that night wasn't just anyone's place; this was the meeting stage for the mayor, the human governor, and the underground Alphas who had bowed their heads under the banner of the black wolves.

From the mate bond disaster to the attacks and disappearances, I felt like I really couldn’t catch a break. I trotted up to the pack house and decided to take the stairs up on four legs instead of two. The Onyx packhouse was six storeys’ tall with over forty bedrooms. The first floor was for entertaining with two grand ballrooms and a dining area for large parties. The second floor was for the house staff. The ten omegas that worked in the kitchens and the house lived on this floor in the gorgeous private suites. The third floor was kitchens and dining area for the permanent residents within the house. The fourth floor was entirely guest rooms for when other packs came to visit Onyx. The fif

"Oh, and that's just the first payment. I'll be back next month. And the month after that. Consider it a father-son subscription service." The door closes behind him. I stand frozen, fury and fear warring in my chest. Then I grab my phone. "Noah. My office. Now." ELARA The Hudson Towers construction site is chaos in the best way. I'm walking the property with the site manager, reviewing placement for the marketing materials, and taking photos for the campaign. The steel framework rises fifty stories above us, a skeleton of what will be one of Manhattan's most luxurious residential buildings. "We'll have the model unit ready for your photo shoot next week," the manager says, shouting over the

So she cannot say 'No' for two weeks straight. She smirked as an idea formed in her head. "Pack some clothes for Iris. I will take her with me. She will be my stand in until I could recover" she suggested. Candace frowned. "I don't think she will agree" she muttered. Natasha huffed. "She doesn't have to" Natasha replied with a calculating glint in her eyes. ..... Obsidian is the residential tower of 56 floors which the Knights group built under one of their projects. This tower is in the center of the city, and almost only millionaires reside there. Xavier has a penthouse villa in the tower on the 56th floor with 6 bedrooms.

Onyx immediately barks orders as he moves large items in front of doors and windows so no one can enter. Within an hour, the Cabin seems safer than any locked cell I have seen. Onyx has stationed a set of chairs at the top of the stairs, connecting the main stairwell and the servant’s passage. No one will enter the rooms unless they come in through the windows with us sitting there. As promised, we took the first watch, and everyone else went to sleep. “You are more than welcome to go to sleep, my love.” Onyx lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Not without you.” I gargle out through the need growing between my legs. “You know I can smell you, right?” “Good,” I whisper seductively. “I

I didn't know that it was possible to make skyscrapers that looked like sailboats. The car slowly worked it's way toward the base of the massive tower of the Burj Khalifa. At 2,722 feet and 162 floors: it dominated the skyline. My neck ached as I craned it backward to see the top, but we were too close and the tower was too tall. The car dropped us off, and Owen and I headed inside the main lobby.

he said to her before they walked out. As it turned out, Dennis hadn't been exaggerating when he had called the division Olympus. It was, in fact, an Olympus. From what Megan could deduce from the chilly, seemly thin air that greeted them immediately they stepped out into the open, the building was actually constructed within a mountain to open at its top through the passageway they had taken. Everywhere she looked, bright blue afternoon sky stretched as far as she could see; a great silence reigning over the environment to be punctuated every few seconds by the sound of waves crashing against rocks below.

Chapter 114: The Sovereign Standard ​The top floor of the Sterling Sovereign tower was bathed in the pale, sharp light of an October morning. Below, the Hudson River moved like a ribbon of blue-gray steel, cutting through the waking pulse of Manhattan. Inside the glass office, there were no towering stacks of paper or chaotic conference calls—only the low, steady hum of the global server arrays operating in perfect, unbroken harmony.