Southern Weather Onyx Novels & Stories

He looked dangerous, midnight black with what seemed to be touches of light brown on some of his fur, but the thing that stood out the most was his violet eyes. “Mate, I have never seen anyone else with our eyes.” He purred at Athena. “Lets race.” She said Onyx took off, and we followed. I didn’t interrupt their time together. She deserved this time with her mate to get to know him. They were playful together and it would have been a sight to see. They had run for miles when we came to a clearing at the top of a mountain. We walked into the clearing where a lake was glimmering from the evening sunset. It was something out of a movie. We both stood there in silence he walked away for a second

Atlas’ POV Onyx. That was my new favorite name. It suited her perfectly describing the color of her long, black shiny, silky hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. Fuck. Her scent was better than anything I had ever smelled in my life; coconut and with a hint of warm vanilla. I wanted to inhale that scent forever. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple I had ever seen. I never even fucking liked purple until I saw those gems. I was a compete sucker for her. Her skin was smooth and pale like porcelain, and her lips were so full and pink. I needed to feel them against mine.

There was no flash of sympathy in his look. The beautiful Coco Kaave was alone at that hour of the night, at the most dangerous spot in Dirty South. He just hit a jackpot! Chief Onapuruagu held out a hand toward Coco, gently stroking her jet of dark mass curls. Startled, Coco jumped to her feet walking backwards. Realizing she left her pistol in his car, she felt her lip begin to tremble. She wished she could turn and run. And as she stared at him, the memory came flooding back to her. Chief Onapuruagu, TRENDZ biggest enemy.

I replied back as I stood up, watching him do the same and we walked out the door in search of our mate. We walked to the room that she was showering in and knocked. “Yes?” She had called out. “It’s your mates, Sapphire.” Onyx replies and opens the door only to suck in a quick breath. I look at her and see her in nothing but a pair of boxers. My dragon grumbles at her, possibly wearing another man's clothes and forces us forward. “Whose clothes are you wearing, mate?” Onyx asked her. She doesn’t even cover herself when we walk in.

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.

“Hurry up human. You had your time with our mate, now it’s my time.” “Ok Onyx, but remember, we have to get back, so no funny business.” “Whatever.” Onyx says and pushes his way to the front. He is such an impatient wolf. “I heard what you were thinking human” I quickly shift, and Onyx walks up to Tamaska in all his midnight black glory. Onyx is taller than Tamaska, but only by a little. They are a perfect match. Onyx looks like the night sky and Tamaska looks like the moon itself shining in the night sky.

She look at Landon with a serious face. "would you have fought this hard if Luna wasn't effected like this?" Landon frown at what she is suggesting. "Of course, I just didn't know if it was possible to retrieve your animal when you lost it. Onyx means the world to me. Without him I am nothing." Bastet frown at what he said.

The dawn broke over the Onyxclaw estate in a wash of pale, bruised violet, offering a fleeting illusion of peace. I was walking the eastern battlements with Ronan, my heavy fur cloak pulled tightly around my shoulders against the biting mountain frost. For the first time since the siege, we had managed to steal a quiet, undisturbed hour. We were leaning against the freezing stone parapet, watching the sun slowly illuminate the sprawling, snow-covered valleys of the northern territory.

"I know how you feel the cold, Shan." "Thanks, babe," I replied, and he laughed. The evening was my favourite kind. Wind, clouds, deep ultramarine at the zenith fading to dusky pink towards the west. Slowly the stars of the southern sky came out - Sirius, Castor, Pollux, Rigel in Orion, the Pleiades. Bats and the occasional owl darted through the circle of light cast by our windows, and I could hear Olly breathing. "I don't look up enough," he sighed after some time.

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.