The Onyx Cinder Star Wars Novels & Stories

Onyx had to make sure the redhead didn't smell like anything before they walked out of her home and arrived at the pack house, helping others with decorating. "Pass me the blub?" Onyx requested from where she stood at a ladder in the middle of the living room, trying to fix the lighting. She extended her hand out and Gwen gave her a white sparkling bulb. Onyx fixed the lighting and just then, her line of sight landed on a she-wolf who has mistakenly hit her hand with a hammer. A yelp left her, however, before Onyx could reach out to her, the girl's mate was immediately by her side, caressing her hand with the utmost care that had Onyx's stomach suddenly twisting with jealousy and a newfound

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

"But I'm going to. How are you still so calm, I will destroy you and take over the empires!" "I've heard this so many times you know,"Vador smirked. "I've got the protector Aiden," she said showing him the merged necklace"Without It you're Aiden and not Vador, and you Aleister couldn't you be smarter than this?I will kill you and you lover Aiden" "Don't you try to hurt her," Vador shouted trying to get out of metal chair. "Your vampire strength won't help you with this one sweetheart. It's covered with holy water,if you keep trying so hard you'll end up hurting yourself."

The doors boomed open, and the sound that rolled into the chamber wasn’t words but a growl—low, guttural, meant to rattle the bones of every wolf listening. Two guards dragged the challenger forward. His eyes gleamed feral, his teeth already bared, claws glinting under torchlight. Not just any wolf—Ronan. A brute built for the kill, shoulders as wide as two, scar bisecting his chest. I remembered that scar. I had stitched it once. He hadn’t looked at me then either, only past me, waiting for a man’s approval. Now he was here for my blood. Gasps shuddered through the Court, a tremor of excitement and dread. Wolves leaned forward, hunger in their eyes. This was what they wanted. Not words. Not

She said finally. Gwendolyn's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You've heard of it before?" "In legends and myths." Cae nodded. "The Onyx is a creature of darkness and chaos, a creature born of intense dark magic which brought about the name Black Onyx. I never thought I would be sitting before one now." She looked up at Kieran. "When you named your raven Onyx, I didn't think much of it. But now, I do. Everything happened to lead you both to each other."

Solara poured the liquid Fire-Glass over it—a shimmering, translucent orange substance that looked like captured sunlight. As the two materials met, a discordant, screeching sound filled the cavern. The obsidian began to crack, the violet light of the Third Star fighting the orange heat of the Cinder-Spark. "It’s rejecting!" Solara yelled, her hand reaching for her spear. "The Silver and the Cinder cannot occupy the same space!" "It’s not rejecting," I hissed, my eyes turning a blinding, solid violet. "It’s negotiating."

" Seeing Conan listening attentively and still showing her some respect, she went on to try persuading him. "Think this over carefully. Onyxite could help the court forge powerful weapons. It should be handed over to someone who can put it to good use. Do you really understand Henry? What if he keeps it for himself or sells it to another nation?" Conan suddenly felt as if he no longer recognized her. "If onyxite can strengthen Nidora, then Master will undoubtedly agree to hand it over to the court," he corrected her. "Commander, you may say that I lack talent, but you shouldn't assume I'm someone who only cares about personal gain.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

The mixture of metal clattering, boots thudding, and the beastly growls of Lycan filled the tense air. You could practically smell the tension, like the air itself knew what was coming and was prepared for it. ‎ Rey stood to the side watching the organised chaos unfold. The weight of every life preparing for war pressed heavily on her chest. ‎ Orion approached her through the crowds, his presence unmistakable even amid the swarm. His gaze locked on her, softening by the time he reached her. ‎ He walked her to one of the jeeps and opened the door for her gently without a word. ‎

The candlelight flickered softly against the walls, casting long, warm shadows across the small room Lyra now called her own. Outside, the Moon Rocks Pack slept fitfully, warriors and scouts patrolling the borders, the forest quiet but never fully at rest. But inside, the world had shrunk to the two of them. Lyra lay on the bed, blankets pulled up to her chin, Cinder coiled protectively beneath her skin, a low, content hum vibrating through her consciousness. Oscar sat at the edge of the bed, long legs stretched out, hand resting lightly over hers.