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She opened to a page that had captivated her, and her heart raced as she read the first few aloud: “The Onyxwolf, final of the primal beasts: the world’s equalizer. “Here is the blood that is both a blessing and a curse, for every kiss it gives will either redeem or curse all it touches.” Serena froze, the breath catching in her throat. Her blood ran cold as she continued reading:

She felt the raw, untamable power of him gathering, the chaotic energy of the storm focusing to a single, devastating point deep inside her. “Now, Nyxoria!” he roared, his voice the sound of the sky breaking apart. His release was a cataclysm. It was not just a physical climax; it was the storm’s climax. A colossal, blinding web of lightning erupted from the temple, forking across the entire horizon. The thunder that followed was not a sound, but a physical force that flattened the clouds for miles around. Inside her, his cock pulsed, pumping his hot, electric essence into her depths, and that final, monumental surge triggered her own annihilation.

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Layana said looking up, Declan stared at her intently, her eyes were no longer dimly lit by the lamps but were blazing like two suns themselves… she reminded him of a fiery bird, a phoenix. “It seems House Storm is not the only one wiped from the face of the earth. Carry on,” he said thinking the book was unreadable if she could somehow read then it was best to let her continue. She returned to the book, feeling her eyes prickle, the black ink seemed to fade slightly as she continued reading not even realising, she was using her abilities

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.

Assistant Onyx conveyed. "Prepare."

Storm Academy, Utah **August 2032 – Evening, Dean’s Office, Storm Academy** The sun has long set behind the peaks, leaving the office lit only by the soft blue glow of Celeste’s desk lamp and the occasional flicker of storm-lightning dancing across the windows—Remy’s idle element responding to the quiet mood. Celeste leans back in her chair, the signed Nico Black file now sealed and in the outgoing tray. Remy perches on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, gold eyes watching her with that steady coyote patience.

“Like you said Byron, we’ve faced rogue attacks before, why must you assume this one was because of the Luna?” Byron’s eyes bulged out of his head and his hands twitched like he was about to pull out his own hair. “Because they’ve always attacked the pack! Where have you ever heard of a rogue attack happening on the road?” “They might have changed tactics when they realized their flimsy attacks were always failing.” Olenna countered raising her chin high. I admired the woman for her gift of gab, she could very easily convince you that the black shoes you were wearing, and had been wearing for years, were white, but even I could tell that there was no way out of this.

A raging storm swept through the city, lightning crackling against the sky, as I called him to say I felt unwell, asking if someone else could make the trip instead. His voice, sharp with annoyance, rang through the line. "You're usually so healthy—what could possibly be wrong? Or are you just jealous of Faye again? Emily, must you really be this petty?" In his eyes, I was nothing but small-minded and hypersensitive. And yet, one gentle word, a single apology, and I would forgive him and fold under his demands. "Emily, please. Just bring me the documents—I need you." Terrified that my refusal might somehow jeopardize the company, that my father's legacy might go up in smoke, I buried my own

“Exactly what I needed today.” The tallest man stepped up to the driver’s side window and tapped the glass with something metallic, maybe a weapon? Or something worse. His eyes gleamed under the hood. “Get out of the car, Storm.” His voice was low and cold. “We just wanna talk.” Ryder shot me a look. “Yeah. Sure. Bet they brought flowers.” I didn’t move. “You picked the wrong night,” I said through the glass. “Not really,” the man replied. “It’s the perfect night.”