Southern Weather Onyx Novels & Stories

She was strong and wicked smart. I left my office and walked down the black marble halls of the Onyx packhouse. It was mid-July and sweltering hot outside, but the cool marble of the hallways kept the pack house temperate. I walked outside to the back of the house and looked over the small glacial lake that guarded our northern border. Onyx was based up at the top of Silverthorne Mountain in the northern coastal mountains of British Columbia. There was a snowpack at the top of the peak that remained all seasons, and the lake was frozen over the majority of the year. However, from June to August the blistering heat melted the lake and made the alpine wildflowers bloom, turning the meadows int

The dawn that broke over the Ravine was not the soft gold of a Northern spring. It was a harsh, terrifying white. High above the atmosphere, the Southern Council’s mirror-satellites were shifting, catching the unfiltered intensity of the sun and focusing it into a singular, lethal beam. The air already tasted of ozone, and the ancient snow on the peaks of the Frost-Pins was beginning to weep, turning into torrents of meltwater that roared down the cliffs.

The staging bay of the Sun’s Fury smelled of recycled air and gun oil. It was a cold, metallic scent that stuck to the back of my throat, tasting like old pennies. Ashren stood by the open drop ramp, the wind from the upper atmosphere whipping his hair into a frenzy. He was armored in the new Onyx plate, matte black, sleek, and humming with a faint, low-frequency vibration designed to scramble thermal sensors. He looked less like a man and more like a shadow cut from the void.

“This ocean can’t wash that away.” “No wolf can track through the ocean.” “You really want to fuck around and find out?” “Goddess, Kai....” Onyx stands in front of me, and I’d swear I see steam coming out of his ears, but then he backs up, shaking his head. “You have guts, and I respect that. Besides, I have enough headaches to deal with.” He grabs a pen and draws a few lines on my antique map. “You’ll continue on a direct path to Crystal Waters.” He looks up. “And next time, you go this way. Stay the hell out of Wyveron territory.”

The cold in Ohio had transcended the realm of weather; it had become a physical weight, a suffocating shroud of ice that pressed against Luna’s ribs until the bone threatened to splinter. She huddled in the jagged shadows of a narrow alleyway, her breath hitching in a throat raw from the caustic winter air. Her fingers, numbed into wooden claws, twitched as she watched the glowing, amber-lit windows of the Dayton Grand Hotel. High above the salt-stained street, a massive digital billboard flickered with high-definition cruelty. It featured a portrait of Sophia Reed, her skin porcelain-perfect, adorned with the "Phoenix Heart"—a ruby necklace that glowed like a drop of freshly spilled, congea

It would be bad for Faye as the heir to the Onyx pack and for the Onyx pack because their human hunting past would come back and bite us in the ass. “I must say, Alexandra, you’re very incompatible with the Onyx pack. They’re the most skilled human hunters in the world. Some say they can smell the human in another town,” Luna Eleanor said, a smirk rising on her wrinkled face. “I’d be careful if I were sleeping with a shifter like Enzo at night.” Okay, maybe Onyx’s human hunting past wasn’t entirely frowned upon. It seems that’s what everyone is banking on now. I crossed my arms and frowned. I wanted to tell her I don’t sleep because I’m too busy being rammed into by the Supreme Alpha himself

“Faintly.” “And Aren?” Onyx went quiet. “No.” Aurora’s hands slowed. Onyx looked toward the sea. “The old Guardian memories are quieter too.” “Gone?” “No.” He thought about it. “Farther away.” Luna nodded. “Good?” “I think so.” Aurora finished the bandage and released his hand. Onyx looked at it. “This is unnecessarily large.” “You complained.” “I mentioned discomfort.” “You complained dramatically.” “I learned from Darius.”

"Onyx?" She called for him but received no response, and as she began to look around screaming his name, the bright blue sky was obscured by dark clouds. Ophelia frowned at the sudden change in weather and moved closer to the tree line that surrounded the open field. When lightning struck, she scurried towards the trees. Ophelia's heart thumped against her ribcage when a calloused hand grabbed her ankle. She fearfully looked down and huffed with relief when she saw it was Onyx. But terror consumed her whole when his beautiful blues changed to an ugly shade of yellow and the ground beneath her feet started to melt into a puddle of water. Onyx started sinking pulling her with him into the wate

His hand was on my wrist instantly pulling it up, my hair blowing off my shoulder from the speed of his actions as he looked down at my perfectly intact hand. His eyes were pure black, I wasn't dealing with Nixon anymore as Onyx shoved me against the wall by my face, frantic as he pulled my hand up to inspect it himself and then pressed the back of it against his cheek once he was satisfied. He slid his hand up my forearm until it reached his mark; a light purr rattled through him as he blinked, bringing Nixon's never-ending light eyes back. They were so light it seemed impossible, like the palest form of citrine that you could see right through, and yet you'd never reach the bottom. “What

"I noticed." "You let me down, Sam. We all knew you weren't the brightest star in the sky, but you managed to make yourself look even worse. Did you really think I'd give up on Selena for a lying piece of shit? Sounds like making bad choices to me. Don't you agree? Moreover, tell me how you'd feel lying in the bed in which I pleasured her in as soon as I brought her here?" Onyx exudes nothing but pride. He takes a deep breath and shivers in delight. "If only words could describe how divine she is. You're nowhere near the perfection my Selena is."