Synopsis Of Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

I saw about twenty rogues as I stepped into the silent realm, still in wolf form, and circled them. They sneered and growled at the three wolves in front of them; Onyx attacked from behind. It was almost too easy as he swiped his paw across one rogue's back, his spine snapped as he whimpered on the forest floor. The next one turned too late as Onyx grabbed him by the neck, shook his body twice, and he fell limply to the ground. The three wolves who had followed me were each busy with a rogue, as Onyx went for wolf after wolf. He barely stopped to assess the situation, just biting and ripping rogues apart. The forest floor was littered with dead rogues and barely fifteen minutes had passed s

Her throat was still sore even. She had wailed, pleaded and cried to the council that it was not true. She had pleaded for a chance to prove her innocence. But who was going to believe an Omega over an Alpha? Definitely not the council. After what seemed like a lifetime, Storm felt the storm stopping. The violent and noisy rustling of the leaves reduced and the howling of the wind too. She might as well continue on her journey to the unknown. She was just following her nose and instincts. Anywhere had to be better than the quarters.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

Onyx turned to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Fasten your seatbelts, ladies. We're going for a ride," he said, his voice filled with excitement. Mia's eyes widened. "W-what?" "Are you ready?" Onyx asked, his voice a low rumble. "What are you---Kyaaah?! What?! Why are you going so fast?!" Mia screamed, her hands gripping the seat as she felt the car accelerate. Lena, speechless, grabbed onto anything she could reach. "If you want to lose those guards who are following us, just hold on tight. Relax and enjoy the ride," Onyx said, his voice laced with amusement. He pressed down on the gas pedal, the car roaring as it sped down the road, causing Mia to scream in terror.

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.

"If I die, you'll be free to leave." Terrified, Emma tried to pull back, but his grip clamped down like a vice. "I read your novel," he said slowly. "At the end, the female lead drives a knife into the male lead's heart. Now, I'm giving you the chance to make that ending real." "Wesley Coleman, you're insane!" Emma's voice trembled. The next second, Wesley jerked his wrist, forcing the blade in. Steel tore through flesh. Warm blood gushed instantly, soaking his white shirt, dripping down the hilt onto their joined hands.

I was moving before I even thought about it, claws sliding free, rage rushing through me like fire. “Lucas!” Ryder shouted, rushing forward and grabbing my arm before I could charge blindly. “They’re organized—Dalton and Marcus Reid are leading them!” Sure enough, Reid’s maniacal laugh rang out above the chaos. “Storms!” he bellowed. “Your time ends tonight!” “Kill them all. Leave Dominic and Lucas to me!” Dalton’s voice echoed from the back of the hall, and then all hell was let loose as my father’s warriors and the rogues clashed.the fighting truly began.

While I was going through my mental breakdown, she continued to stare at me until I couldn’t take it anymore. “What is it, Karyna?” I asked finally, breaking the ice. “I managed to hear a little bit from your conversation, despite how rude it is to eavesdrop,” she started slowly, and I could hear the panic bells ring through my ears, but I continued to stay nonchalant. “From what I eavesdropped, I learned that Onyx is in danger,” I nearly let out a sigh of relief. Oh, she didn't hear anything about the werewolves. Great.

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

Levon’s voice was low and commanding, resonating with centuries of authority, "We have a task at hand. I want you to retrieve Storm from the hands of the Lycan.” Kon's eyes gleamed with understanding, a primal intelligence lurking behind the feral facade. He nodded once, a silent vow of obedience. "You will bring me, Storm. Do not fail me, Kon." With a guttural growl, Kon bounded out of the study, disappearing into the night like a shadowy wraith. The Count watched him go, a flicker of satisfaction briefly crossing his stoic features. Kon was his instrument of choice – swift, deadly, and utterly devoted.