Onyx Vs Dark Onyx Yeezy Slides Novels & Stories

His hand was on my wrist instantly pulling it up, my hair blowing off my shoulder from the speed of his actions as he looked down at my perfectly intact hand. His eyes were pure black, I wasn't dealing with Nixon anymore as Onyx shoved me against the wall by my face, frantic as he pulled my hand up to inspect it himself and then pressed the back of it against his cheek once he was satisfied. He slid his hand up my forearm until it reached his mark; a light purr rattled through him as he blinked, bringing Nixon's never-ending light eyes back. They were so light it seemed impossible, like the palest form of citrine that you could see right through, and yet you'd never reach the bottom. “What

A night where reputations were made, alliances sealed, and secrets buried—or unearthed. Marlene stood near the grand staircase in a midnight-blue gown that hugged her like a second skin, hair swept up with diamonds glinting at her throat. Ethan was beside her, sharp in all black, his hand resting possessively at the small of her back. Ruby had come with them—pale but smiling, insisting she felt better. Dre hovered nearby, scanning the crowd like always. Across the room, the Blackwood brothers held court—Caspian cool and commanding, Thane networking, Miguel and Liam laughing with sponsors, Hans fresh off a match win and surrounded by admirers.

The second I cleared the doors, I shifted. Bones cracked violently beneath my skin while black fur burst across my body in seconds. My massive paws slammed into the ground as Nyx fully took control. As Alpha Kings, our wolves towered over regular alphas in size and strength. Nyx stood nearly double the height of most wolves with dark black fur that blended into the night itself. Power rolled beneath my skin immediately. “Zayden,” I linked sharply while sprinting through the forest. “Location.” Static crackled briefly before my beta answered. “Onyx and I are already here. Damn, brother, they came prepared tonight.”

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

I wanted to remind everyone—especially Jordan—who the real Luna was. Jordan had actually surprised me with a gift for the event. It was an exquisite green dress, the color of deep emeralds. The silk was so fine it felt like water against my skin. It had a plunging neckline but kept it classy, hugging my curves in all the right places. To match it, he’d gotten me a new set of diamond necklaces and earrings that sparkled like a damn galaxy.

“I just need to get some shoes out of my closet, we are going out tonight, you are welcome to come. I am not sure if Aaron has asked you yet.” “He has, thank you for inviting me. What are you planning to wear tonight?" He asks. “Oh, nothing to fancy just some black jeans and a nice top, I wanted to wear some Jordans, I just bought them, and they would be perfect for this outfit.” I grab the box and pull out my custom-made Jordan XI, they are black and silver with a glitter clear gummy bottom. Oh, how I love them. I show them to Rasheed and he just smirks.

They lack impact. “What’s that?” I went to the pair of heels displayed in the middle of the store. It has lights surrounding it. It's gorgeous. It has structured heels in antique gold-toned metal that says "YSL." The color's black, but it's terrific. “Do you want to try it on, Ma’am? It’s the latest piece from our collection,” she said to me. It’s the same lady earlier, but some of her colleagues surrounded me, too, when they saw that I was interested in this.

"I want this," Zayn whined, pointing at a pair of white Jordans inside a glass display case. Gina walked over to the display case to check the price tag. A silent gasp escaped her lips when she saw the price – $20,000 for a pair of ordinary kids' sneakers. She took a few steps back towards Ivy and whispered to her, "Are you sure about this store? Everything is crazily expensive here. Maybe we should go somewhere else where they sell affordable items."

“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

Slamming into the opposite wall with a deafening crash that shook the floor beneath my chair. Vane froze. The cane hovered inches from my face. Dust swirled in the doorway. Through the haze, black armor emerged. Not the tactical mesh of the Vanguard, nor the chrome of House Vane. This armor was void-black. Absorbing the light. Carved with the seal of the Crescent Moon. The Onyx Guard. Two of them stepped into the room. Silent as death. They held energy pikes that hummed with a lethal violet frequency. Vane lowered the cane. His face drained of all color. "I... I was just securing the confession. The prisoner was resisting."