Professor Onyx Mtg Novels & Stories

“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

The black slacks and dark dress shirt he wore only accentuated his tall, well-built frame as he made his way to the podium in demanding strides. Most in the room - girls and boys alike - were ogling the professor's beauty that would make God or Gods of any religion gasp, from his defined cheekbones to his chiseled jaw emphasize by a trimmed scruff. Everything was easy on the eyes. His brown round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose complemented his lazy, warm-brunette waves which were effortlessly styled away from his face. If Isa had to put a number on it, she'd estimate the professor was anywhere from his late twenties to thirties. She had never seen a more objectively handsome man.

He looked at her like he already owned her. “Hello, Juliet Sinclair,” he said. “Or should I call you Luna… Professor Knight’s favorite student?”

“And who are you, exactly, if not a scout?” I feel Niko stiffen a little. “Relax. I’m not going to say I’m the prince,” I tell him quickly in the mind-link. Out loud, I say, “Kai. And you are?” He narrows his eyes. “Onyx.” “Pleased to meet you.” I extend my hand, but he just looks at it for a moment and doesn’t take it. “This isn’t the country club. I’m still deciding whether to burn your ship to the ground.”

"A creature who will destroy the Dire Wolves, a creature who would be under our command. With this creature, the entire realm will be ours, and not even the moon goddess can stop us." "This creature you speak of, what is it called?" A dark smile stretched Gremory's lips. "The Dark Onyx. A creature with the power of life and death in its hands. With the Dark Onyx on our side, the Dire Wolves will be overthrown." "Then what are we waiting for?" Draven snarled. "Let's bring this creature to life." Gremory and his band of Sorcerers led Draven and the Vampires to his underground dungeon where he secretly practiced dark magic.

Just an endless red sky bleeding slow-motion sunsets and a floor that remembers every fight it’s ever hosted (scars, burns, claw marks, and frozen lightning veins glow under the surface). The professor is already waiting. Professor Thunderstrike (real name unpronounceable in mortal tongues) is eight feet tall, built like a war forge, skin the color of stormclouds at midnight, four arms, each holding a different legendary weapon: - a flaming trident - a katana made of dawn - a shield that shows you your own death - and a coffee mug that says “World’s Okayest Mentor.” He doesn’t speak. He just points to the center of the ring, where six obsidian pedestals rise from the floor.

I thought Professor Kane was just intense. Brilliant, controlling, impossible to read — the kind of teacher students whispered about but never dared cross. I didn't know "intense" meant a werewolf and I didn’t know “brilliant and controlling” meant alpha of the wolf pack. I didn't know the world he came from had rules that marked me the moment I walked into his lecture hall. And I definitely didn't know that the man grading my papers by day was fighting — every single day — not to claim me. He says I'm his mate. He says it like a warning, not a gift. I don't know what that means yet. But I know I can't stop needing him near me, and I know he's done pretending he'll let me go.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

If he weren’t in pain, he probably would have attacked Gilliam by now. “I need help from someone that can neutralize her magic,” he explained. “To even the playing field. Then, I’ll be able to kill her easily. That’s why I sought the help of Soxor.” I felt all of the blood drain from my face and I gripped Onyx’s hand as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. That’s why I knew his face. “That’s a lie,” I answered weakly. “Soxor isn’t real.” Onyx turned his head for the first time since running out of the tent. He looked at me with confusion and worry etched into his features.

Johan asked the dark skinned Dragon Lord. “I don’t care. Just stop bothering us,” Lord Ombra answered back. Johan grumbled as he made his way towards his friend Prof. Dupont who seemed to be having a lively conversation with the two other professors and three students in their group. He was pulled by Prince Alexander, though, before he could reach them. “Johan, why not join us with Dean Alcion? He is a powerful fire mage, just like us.” “That is right, I have wanted to test your abilities as well, Johan.” said the Dean.