The Onyx On Sheridan Novels & Stories

She could not treat Xoan with her skills, at least not without residual complications. She remembered that Sherman possessed a very renowned pill called the New Life Ganodex Pill. She had to coax it out of him. The moment Sherman stepped through the door, Yaslyn's bright smile greeted him. "Master!" Yaslyn chirped, taking Sherman's luggage from him. "You must be exhausted from your journey! Here, take a seat and rest..." Handing him a glass of water, her intentions were clear. "What do you want now?" Sherman, having known her for so long, immediately caught her ulterior motives.

“It’s Ember. She wasn’t gone. That’s how we felt the pain, she was still there.” I braced myself. Then we saw it, a massive pool of blood near the shelter. It soaked the earth. Still fresh. “Don’t,” I said quietly. “Onyx, please.” But he stepped forward anyway. He sniffed once. Twice. And then he knew. We both knew. Our howl ripped through the forest. It was a sound born of grief, of rage, of failure. Of love lost and stolen. Onyx didn’t hesitate. He tore into the woods again, following the scent trail like a starved hunter.

The three of them struck up a conversation about the mysterious Howie and Myrta. I laid there like a friendless idiot on the outside of the cool kids' circle. Nico finally came back. Sat near my head in the chair Ryker had pulled in from the dining area. His snort was low. "Old home week in the Penn household, I see," he muttered. I smiled, nodded. "Something like that." I needed to get a better poker face. Nico cleared his throat loudly. "Counselor Sheridan, nice to see you again." He rose to his feet, his hand outstretched.

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

I promise I will come up and give you all the unwatered down gist the moment this is over. She paused, looking over at me across the distance, before her voice echoed softly back into my mind. Okay, Darian. Just please make sure you stay safe. Then, like an afterthought, she added quietly, King Valen too. I let out a small, private smile at the progress she was making with accepting him, before I was abruptly pulled out of my head by a disgruntled sound coming from the center of the yard. Onyx was aggressively brushing off the front of his ridiculously expensive-looking designer trousers, his face twisted in disgust as if invisible worms were crawling all over the fabric.

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

The silver and the wolfsbane stopped him from shifting completely, but frequent half-shifting tore up all other clothes. Mother looked at me with a troubled gaze. Sheryl was a minor. Forget about telling her about mate bonds; if Onyx tries to have s*x with her, it would be a grave sin, and he could be punished for ra*ing a minor. “I know what I am doing, Luna. Please, remove these chains. He is in a lot of pain.” Shery pleaded again, crying aloud this time. I walked to her, ignoring the growl coming from Onyx. I could feel that the effect of his rut has started fading by now. He was lucky if it stops by now, only in three days.

“Oh, I need shoes to match the clothing being made, but I don’t know what those will look like yet.” I look to Onyx for assistance. “Are you having May and Bob design your clothing?” Skeeter asks as he scribbles notes. “Yes,” Onyx replies for me. “I can meet with them and coordinate the shoes based on their design. If permitted, I will throw in a few pairs of flats and sneakers that will match anything?” “I think that would be great. Thank you, Skeeter. It was very nice to meet you.” I state. “Thanks, Skeeter. We will see you soon.” Onyx shakes his hand and grips it tighter than he should. “You are welcome.” Skeeter stutters out in pain.

“Very well. Let us see if Sherman claims you.” Lucas scanned the room until he spotted the bloated, sweating Alpha. “Sherman! Speak your piece. Does this female belong to your pack?” Sherman, who had spent his life hoarding silver to hide his weak blood, was terrified of offending the second-in-command of Pierce Holdings. He looked at Madison’s gravy-stained face and then at Lucas’s cold eyes. “I have no claim on her,” Sherman stammered, backing away and waving a dismissive hand. “She was merely a stray I permitted to walk beside me for an hour. Do with her as you please.”

Odin avoided his gaze from Simon as much as he could. “ You don't have a Luna yet, do you? Have you found your mate? Or are you trying to find one from our village?” Sherry asked, as a curl formed over her lips. Odin could hardly hide his pale expression mixing with a flustered face on his face.