Priority Continuum Onyx Review Mga Nobela at Kwento

The perfectly thick and long neck meeting ended at a voluminous and symmetrical chest with a perfect shape of muscles, forming a straight line in the middle, which ended at the ripped eight-pack abs. With every step, the V-line moved in a way that made me feel a tightness in my core. Aurora was still on guard, but she was also checking out our mate. The most astonishing part was his shaft. Huge, thick, and glorious….. I wonder if that thing fits inside me???? He smirked arrogantly but my eyes started dropping. “Calm down now, my love. You are safe and you need to shift back now.” Onyx requested her calmly, raising his hand cautiously towards her head.

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

What material could withstand the heat? Dark circles formed under her eyes. She scoured book after book until, at last, she found it–onyxite. Once refined, onyxite was like iron and jade, both sturdy and heat-resistant. Excited by the discovery, she flipped the page. Her smile froze. The book stated that all known onyxite mines had been depleted a century ago. Frustration surged through her. Had she known earlier, she never would have used that weapon design to gain favor. She had placed too much faith in Jane's abilities.

He looks at the other boy and says, "Mr. Crowbane, where is Zoraya Flint? Why isn't she walking with her alpha?" Aziel drops his anger about my flight for a hot minute. "She is still sleeping under the furs." He turns his big chest toward Draven. "I heard you and Orion Greyclaw had a very loud talk about weapon designs yesterday?" Orion has been the top target for every chief in the hall—everyone wants to buy his tech. The pack radio says Nighthowl Systems is ready to drop a massive new moon core project. Draven does not care that his boots almost tripped over mine. He just shrugs his big shoulders. "We just chewed some meat together, that is all."

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.

There was sympathy in her eyes. "Your family really should've been here after something this serious..." I didn't hear the rest as my attention locked onto a few lines on the report. My breathing turned ragged. Panic surged through me. I wanted to leave, but I stumbled out of bed, nearly falling as my legs gave out beneath me. Every step felt like I was walking on cotton, weightless and unsteady. Even my thoughts seemed to drift in and out of focus. Outside the obstetrics department, Alex had an arm around Savannah as he carefully helped her onto a chair in the hallway. Joy practically radiated from his face.

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.

I smile and whisper back, “I love you too.” ---------- Onyx walks down the corridor as he shifts his attire again. Same way with the burning crimson flames. He’s back in his formal suit and neat dark brown hair. His eyes shift back to amber color. He sighs. When he reaches the room, he sits on the wrecked couch. Well, this house is pretty broke. This is where Onyx spends his time, thinking. He leans his head backwards and smiles. He knows that she’s standing behind him.

And that was beneficial for me, I could barely stand Onyx and bringing Elijah back to her life means bringing him back to my life and I can't stand him. "You can't go," I said, my voice firm and rigid. I tried not to give away too much from my voice because Onyx might not be bright but she isn't stupid she can tell when someone is giving her bullshit from a mile away, that skill of hers had been an important tool for us in our business, she is a good bullshit detector. Onyx raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me? I can go wherever I want." she paused and dropped the coffee cup which she was holding in her hand on the cup holder and adjusted her stance a bit.

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”