Trophy Line Onyx Novels & Stories

The wolf clearly had accepted the fact that it was going to die either way, launching itself towards her lifeless body, but Onyx was faster. ‘I considered making this quick, but I’ve had a change of heart.’ Onyx’s teeth gripped the wolf by its front leg, ripping it clean from its torso. The leg was tossed off to the side as crimson soaked the ground beneath the whimpering creature. After completely tearing all four of its legs off, leaving a dying piece of wolf, Onyx hovered over the body. ‘If someone stumbles across your pathetic, dying corpse,’ Onyx snarled, ‘Let this serve as a reminder that you don’t touch what is mine. That no one touches what is mine without paying.’

She steps forward and I pull a box out of my jacket. “This is the Luna Moon Crest, Sable. This is an heirloom of the Docker family. It is meant for my Luna. Meant for you.” I finished as I opened the box. Inside is the Luna Moon Crest. It is a Moonstone, with a black onyx wolf inlayed within the moonstone. The fittings are white gold and around the moonstone are small diamonds outlining the entire crest. My mother had given Jett the family ring and me the crest. I had it put on a white gold necklace so she could wear it around her neck. I see Sable’s eyes water, “Do you like it, my Luna?”

Always black. But tonight’s shirt was something different. Something made for this night alone. It was custom-made - matte black, fitted perfectly to my body, with silver-thread embroidery so fine it was almost invisible unless you stood close enough to bleed. The embroidery wove the crest of my lineage across the chest and down one arm: a silver wolf wrapped in thorns. Strength and ruthlessness. Loyalty and death. I shrugged out of the loose training shirt I’d worn all day, the cool air kissing the bare skin of my torso.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here tonight. This collection is deeply personal to me. Twinx was created in honor of my twin babies, my greatest source of strength and hope. Every piece tells a story of resilience, rebirth, and unbreakable bonds.” The lights dimmed slightly as the first models walked down the runway. The Twinx Collection was breathtaking. Each piece featured delicate twin motifs, two intertwined diamonds representing the unbreakable connection between my babies, set in rose gold and platinum. There were elegant necklaces with matching twin pendants that sparkled like stars, earrings designed as mirrored halves that became whole when worn together, and bracelets w

"Which is why we're running it again." Lincoln looked at me for another moment, something moving through his expression that I couldn't fully read, and then he nodded. "Fine," he said. The test took less than ten minutes to set up and less than thirty seconds to produce a result. The object used was a carved Lycan bloodstone that the Oracle had brought from the archive's oldest collection, capable of detecting shared lineage through physical contact. It glowed when Lincoln pressed his palm to it and Hector pressed his to mine simultaneously on the other side.

Zyphre grabbed his left hind limb, pressing the right hind limb with his right paw while Orion continued thrashing his body to Onyx’s large frame. Onyx tried hard to get away from our grip and howled aloud when Zyphre sank his teeth at the same place that was burned from the silver chains earlier. “He managed to overcome the pain and effects of silver.” I muttered to myself, feeling both amazed and frustrated. No one was free to hear my ranting, and it didn’t bother me. Orion was standing tall at his full height, crushing Onyx under his weight and aura, suppressing his roars and howls.

She wore the midnight-black gown Silas had picked, the one that looked like it was woven from the night sky itself. ​There was a knock on the door. Her four brothers entered, dressed in matching black tuxedos with silver wolf-head cufflinks. They looked like a wall of midnight. ​"One last thing," Orion said. He held a velvet box. Inside was a delicate, floating crown made of "Moon-Steel", a metal that only the Thorne line could forge. It pulsed with a soft, protective light. ​As Ryker placed the crown on her head, he leaned in and whispered, "The Ashwood Pack is watching the live broadcast from their ruins, Elara. Show them exactly what they threw away."

But that's for him to decide and not Lyne's. He flashed back to when he had gone to meet Styx for assistance concerning the army issue and he was in the courtroom with him. "What's the condition?" Zeidan asked immediately knowing what the paper implies. "I'll have possession of a quarter of the Onyx to improve the technology of the Werewolves. Under the law of this stamp, I'll have part of the treasure," he licked his lips as the younger man was beginning to get uncomfortable. As less evil as the Werewolves may be compared to the Cats, he still cannot trust the Onyx to be in their possession.

This super-glamorous first experience was incredibly heart-pounding. I kept my steps steady as I made my way to the stage, lest my high heels slip out of control and shake my footing. It was hard to believe. A thin gold-plated trophy was in my hands. I expected it to be as heavy as it looked when I watched the awards ceremony. Now, my knuckles felt for myself that quantity of material was never the determining factor in value. It only took twenty-four carats to coat this exquisite miniature harp-shaped trophy. It turned out that prestige made it heavy, a measure of how worthy someone was of standing here. Yes, Arthemisya was very deserving. However, the immense pressure felt like carrying th

It was too special, like a ear of the dog. “What? Something special about the scar?”Noah was about to ask me but the host interrupted. “Now, everyone focuses! This is the most extraordinary one among those pictures of common tatoos and marks. I would like to name it as Trace of the Demon. As you could see, it’s a scar and I will not tell you his or her stock code. I just want to guarantee that if there is anyone who would like to bid for once. It starts at 1,000,000.”