The Onyx On North Shore 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

My need to protect her from anything steps forward, allowing me to calm, and I face towards the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to the Ceremony of my Luna. For those of you that do no know, this is Raleigh Walsh. She has been a member of our country Erondale since birth. She is the descendant of Goddess Selene and the God Zephyrus.” I pause as the crowd erupts in cheers. I glance at Rae and her face is an adorable shade of red. I bend down and kiss her cheek before finishing my speech.

Onyx smacked his forehead and followed her to the Ferrie-wheel. From the top of the Ferrie-wheel, Ophelia looks directly out towards the sea, entranced in the rhythmic drumming of waves on sand. Her gaze is fixed on the horizon, her face lit up by the last orange rays before night calls the stars. Her lips are slightly parted in a smile, indicating that she is enjoying her thoughts, whatever they may be. Onyx moves closer so she can feel his presence, but remains silent, allowing her to be immersed in the moment for a little longer. The colour of fire hearths and tangerines, orange gold, extends far and wide. It's only a reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun after the velvety

“Can you give us any more details about the area you are in? We think we have it narrowed down. Onyx can sense you, but it's not strong enough to find you yet.” Seleste looks at me for the first time. I can see the recognition in her eyes. She knows what I am to her. We just look at each other for a moment. “I was able to do a spirit walk this morning before they started moving around. The home is on a beach. There are no other homes close to it. It’s a 3 story, ocean blue home. There are a lot of windows, but they all have a protective film on them, so you can’t see in.”

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”

We walked down to the seafront and stood for a few moments staring out across the North Sea towards the Bio-Preparations Cobra Mist complex on the shingle spit known as the Headland and beyond to the mysterious Onehouse Island. “Looks sunny over there,” Paul complained, buttoning his coat. “Bet you wish the golf course was over there, don’t you, John?” I nodded in agreement. The rain had now ceased but there was a fierce wind blowing in from the North Sea. The water was choppy and puddles along the quay offered evidence that the tide had recently broken over the sea wall. I had always thought that there was something odd about the design of the waterfront: almost no use had been made of

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.

Her heart pounded. Ronan stumbled from the surf onto sand that steamed under fractured light. His body trembled with exhaustion, but the air here vibrated with energy so potent it steadied him. Ahead rose the ancient forest, its branches glowing faintly in the moonlight. Beyond it shimmered a plain of crystal dust, jagged spires reflecting a broken silver sky. Three landscapes overlapped, colliding in impossible harmony. The Nexus. The place itself was alive.

At Northshore, they would board a ship and arrive at the island of Bortuguesa in about ten hours. Along the way, Adrian appeared calm as he was secretly consumed with thoughts of the legendary miracle doctor and wondered if the person existed or if the person was even still alive. He was pretty anxious, while Mya was in a rather good mood. She hummed a little song as she drove. About six hours later, the trio arrived at the base of a snowy mountain where the atmospheric temperature dropped. They drove along the snowy mountain for about two hundred kilometers before a sea appeared in the distance. The city built by the sea was the biggest City of Noirsandia, known as Northseaton.