Synopsis Of Onyx Storm Novels & Stories

Her stare sharpened, layers of emotion flickering beneath her calm. “You should brace yourself for what's coming next, Dextera.” “What’s that?” I asked. A faint smirk curved her lips. “The storm and the tide,” she murmured. “Dark skeletons of the past.” Her words made little sense, yet they clung to me like a premonition. Unwilling to linger on her riddles or probe her further, I redirected the conversation. “You’re still holding up your end of the bargain, right?” I questioned. “The Nichevoya.”

I threw it in the trash without even looking at it. "She's sending you things again?" Lena laced her fingers through mine. I nodded and closed the door. Emily owned the first half of my life. But the second half—that belonged to the woman standing next to me. The End

“My father once killed a rogue who claimed to be Moonbound. Said the Order hunted their kind through bloodlines, not names. That they were marked by the moon at birth and cloaked by wards too ancient for our packs to detect.” I felt cold. “I’m not an omega,” I whispered. “I never was.” “No,” he said, closing the book. “You’re something far more dangerous.” --- Later, when I tried to sleep again, I felt my fingers tingle. Like something old was stirring beneath the skin. Something that didn’t care about what I wanted. Only about what I was. --- Nyx The woods had always been quiet here. Even when the wind howled and the trees groaned, there was a peace to it—a rhythm that whispered through the

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

"Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it." Faced with his stubbornness, Cynthia was at a loss for words. That was until she spotted Charlotte standing behind him. "So that's why! I didn't understand why you'd abandoned your wife and child—it's because she's back." Charlotte boldly stepped forward and greeted politely, "Hello, Mrs. Keane." "Don't call me that, I can't stand it." Cynthia averted her gaze, displeased to see her. "Mom, what are you doing? Lottie is my friend. Why are you being mean?"

It would be the best option for the pack and the children Onyx kidnaps. They come here frightened and traumatised after he kills their parents, only for him to lock them down in the bunkers to condition them immediately. He feeds off of their sadness, fright and depression. It's as if their very essence feeds him. The only times I am lucid nowadays is when I manage to take Lilith's potion myself. Drinking an unhealthy amount like last night to put Onyx asleep, but even then, he's sometimes strong enough to fight the potion.

With one snap of his jaws, the rogue’s throat was gone. Nyx and the other warriors swarmed the rest of the men. It was a bloodbath. The rogues were outnumbered and outmatched by the elite Silverstone guard. Storm, sensing the distraction, gathered the last bit of strength in his body. Even with a broken leg and a shot foot, he slammed his forehead into the nose of the man holding his right arm. The rogue stumbled back, clutching his face, and Storm collapsed to the ground, rolling away from Juno’s line of fire.

I had seen this same scene so many times and it never got any easier. Memories of past raids flooded through my mind. The image of Onyx standing over the smoldering rubble of my home flashed before me. I choked down the emotions. Now wasn’t the time to process the past. If I didn’t act, there wouldn’t be a future. After taking in the situation for a few seconds, Onyx strode forward and directly into the fray. He grabbed one attacking wolf by its scruff and threw it several feet away, causing it to skid along the hard ground.

I was expecting some mysterious creature to jump out at me every time I went around a bend. Onyx growled in frustration within my mind. She knew we were heading straight into the territory of our enemy and she wanted to go in with claws and teeth rather than with me driving a car. She was going to have to get over her discomfort because I wasn’t willing to risk Elijah’s life by acting so impulsively. ‘At least my plan doesn’t involve us walking into energy territory defenceless,’ she growled even louder.

Xenia proceeded, then she faced the bars, and with a flash of her eyes, the iron doors blast opened and Onyx didn't waste any time and scampered down the foyer of the pack vaults, passing cell after cell filled with prisoners that unfurled their hands towards her for help, finally, she arrived at her destination and hastily broke into the cell. "Roxanne!" Onyx blat, rushing toward the mindless form of the three girls shackled and back rested against the wall. She hunched and placed her fingers on Roxanne's neck, feeling her throb but the she-wolf stirred awake and eyed aghast at the Omega.