Professor Onyx Mtg Novels & Stories

Like a piece of me was missing. Even if I manage to get out, how was I supposed to fight Agron and Khaos? They were powerful, especially together, while right now I was just a mere hellhound. “Did they say anything else? Maybe about my powers” I ask Onyx softly. “No, just what I told you” she replies. I sigh. Already feeling defeated.

I rolled my eyes internally at myself. She stepped toward Azrael in an intimidating manner, towering above her. The little witch was a few inches shorter than me, so Onyx looked like one of those long-legged runway models compared to her. Except she was far from a model and more of a fierce, assassin-type, vampire killing machine. Acelin had stepped out to handle some business or whatever leaving me and Azrael on our own to get more acquainted and familiarized with each other once we had been given the go ahead that she was welcome by Claudis.

To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer had, only minus the suit. Nox had always preferred a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, another thing that hadn’t really changed.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.

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.

If I cannot give her an heir to pass him down to, maybe that will be the deciding factor to prevent him from abusing these poor children I collect. Seventeen, that's how many we have here at the moment. Most of them are toddlers, taken from their parents because Onyx believes their gifts will manifest into greatness, and he needs that greatness for his eventual plan to kill our goddess and take over the reins of leadership. I see a dark path for my life, and the more Onyx uses me, the less control I have to shut him out. I'm rendered physically useless and need an aide to push him away. "Are we ready, Alpha?" Dr Bennet asks, walking towards me in his pale green scrubs that give me anxiety ab

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

My voice comes out echoey and distorted, muffled by the snarls and snaps of teeth, claw and body colliding. My body starts to shake violently, my bones breaking and reforming but my eyes never leave my target as he fights against a large brown wolf I now recognise as Abaddon's. I dig my newly formed claws into the dirt, feeling the strength of Onyx's form rushing back to me. "It's been too long." She grumbles, but we don't have time for pleasantries, Eligor is already overpowering Abaddon and it would be easier for us if he was still distracted.

Alpha Prince Orion pov I knew the difference in Onix’s howl and this was not pain , this was joy . As I start to take in what is going on around me Onix becomes silent allowing me to think for a moment . The scent of my mate grew and her small hand that is firmly held in my large hand started to twitch .