Resolute Onyx Des Novels & Stories

He was looking at the box with amazement. “Go ahead. Open it.” She said with an excited voice this time. Devlin quietly opened the box. He opened the piece which was covered with specially designed paper. When he unwrapped it, he saw a panther made from black onyx. It looks like it was ready to launch at his prey. He ran his hands on the expensive piece. “What do you think? I am sorry this was the only available item from that store. It reminds me so much of you so I bought it. It looks powerful, fierce, and strong.” She said while never leaving her eyes on Devlin.

Her stiff velvet dress was a deep shade of plum today, wearing a single gold necklace chain, a large black onyx pendant at its centre. /Black onyx/ Alba whirled, /she is wearing something protective!/ “Well, Alpha Dex this is most unexpected. What do you think I can help you with?” her voice was weaker, as though she had not slept a wink either. “I have a couple of questions that I can’t ask at the conference table, if you’ll permit me.” “Of course,” she said, taking a seat at a small morning table near her own balcony. Pouring herself a steaming cup of herbal tea I winced at the foul green liquid. “Well?”

Ophelia curtly said her eyes narrowed. "All right, I'll have a glass of water," Onyx said, and Ophelia sighed as she let go of the door. Onyx's eyes were drawn to the contents of the little apartment as she walked to the kitchen. The design in the living area was simple and modest. The kitchen and small dining table were on the left, and the two doors on the other side, which he assumed were the bedrooms. Onyx's eyes lit up as he sat on the couch and Ophelia returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

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."

I look at Onyx and I don't even have to say a word he knows that there is someone and he goes to stand in front of me without making a sound and waits for the man to reach the corner. I hold my breath hoping that the man won't see or smell us. I can hear his footsteps crisping on the gravel ground. He is getting closer. Suddenly, the footsteps stop. I look at Onyx who is leaning back on his behind legs, ready to jump on the man at any second. I hear one more footstep and Onyx jumps from behind the corner on top of the man with the crossbow, not giving him a chance to shoot or call for help. I close my eyes and can hear Onyx rips the man to pieces before returning to us.

"Go get stuffed, you horny old bastard! I have a fated mate. I can feel him! Unless we reject each other, you will never be able to bond with us, no matter what you do!" Onyx carefully analyzed her chest and snickered bitterly as he saw the mate mark of a crescent moon glowing on her fair skin, "This is rather an unheard of development and here I was hoping you to be fair game for at least a year...how disappointing." He then released her and his eyes transformed back to his gray eyes.