Trophy Line Onyx Novels & Stories

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."

"I...I don't know. Look, I don't understand how these things work but we've got to use it. Shelbrooke can come in anytime." "Lyne!" He snapped but then composed himself. "I can't. Look here." He turned and pointed to his fang-like tattoo. "That was where I got injured the last time the Onyx was used. You wanna know long that was? Yet, I still have that scar! I had to cover it up with a tattoo. Do you know how many innocent people died? A large number of them." "Zeidan, I know." "If you know then stop bringing up ridiculous suggestions!" He yelled and for the first time, he was really angry. He shut his eyes tightly.

“Congratulations on your win, Rena.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet of the room with the same calm bravado it always had. For a moment, Mirena simply stared at him. Her mind reeled for a second before it clicked. Fingers tightening around the trophy, she asked, flatly, “You own Onyx?” A familiar smug look crossed Alexander’s face, subtle but unmistakable. Then, his gaze flicked briefly to the trophy in her hand before returning to her eyes.

It wasn’t fully healed yet when we took a shower yesterday, and I was curious if it matched the silver moon and gold wolf on his neck. I crawled out of bed, and Orion reluctantly let me go once I told him the reason why. It was beautiful; the wolf on my neck wasn’t gold but almost silver, similar to Knox's fur, and the moon was gold. It was the same design, but the colors were reversed. “So, was it worth it leaving the warm bed and your charming mate?” Orion yelled from the bed. “Yes, Oreo. I love the mark. Now, before we start our day, maybe let’s call Erin? She’s usually taking a break around now.”

When he opened it, the gentle glow of a moonstone spilled out, illuminating the utter tenderness in his eyes. "Happy sixth anniversary, my Luna," he murmured. "The main stone is carved from moonstone mined from the Northlight Sacred Mines. There's only one like it in the world. Do you like it?" I smiled dryly, trying to look touched like I always did, but I couldn't. I lowered my head and let my hair hide my face. "Thanks… Put it on me?" Troy leaned over to fasten the necklace around my neck, but I caught a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on the inside of his collar. It stung like a blinding light.

Taylon did not hesitate. He threw open the heavy wooden door of the conservatory and sprinted into the corridor, his body blurring as he gave himself over to the shift. By the time his boots left the stone floor, he had transformed into the massive, midnight-black Alpha of the Onyxclaw line. Stay close, Taylon commanded through the mind-link, his mental voice vibrating with lethal intent.

No turning back now. I moved to the large oak table in the center of the room. The wooden box, simple yet ornate, was already there—Caden must’ve brought it. It was made of dark, polished mahogany, etched with ancient pack symbols. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, were three silver rings, each precisely crafted, cold and gleaming in the dim light. They were etched with the delicate curve of a crescent moon and the intricate, interwoven lines of our bloodline’s crest.

The box's lid creaked softly, releasing the scent of aged wood and memories. "Rosalind, this belonged to your father," Cathryn said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. As she opened the box, a faint glow emanated from within. Inside, a beautiful silver necklace lay coiled, adorned with a small, moonstone pendant. The stone pulsed softly, radiating a gentle, ethereal light. "Orion's mother crafted this," Cathryn explained, her fingers tracing the pendant's contours. "A symbol of our pack's lunar heritage."

Reporters shouted, cameras flashed wildly. Mira screamed and hugged her. Grey nodded at her with rare respect. Ronan’s dark eyes softened ... the tiniest inch, but enough to make her wolf’s heart skip. Scarlet stepped forward as they brought out the largest, most divine trophy ... a crystalline sculpture infused with silver fire. It was bigger than her torso. The announcer placed it in her hands. “For intelligence, leadership, precision, and unmatched performance.” The hall erupted again. Except for one corner. Liora’s parents shot to their feet like enraged animals. Her father’s voice boomed across the hall:

His palms gently grasped her face and pulled her head up to look at him. "That scar on your leg doesn't make you ugly, meng léift. It just goes to show how strong you are to get through all of that and not break. It only shows how brave you are to face life head-on, despite the cruel woman's attempts to destroy it. This scar, if anything, only adds to your beauty. It's a symbol of what you've been through and how strong you've remained. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are fierce as a Fuuss. Du bass mäin Schatz!" Onyx's voice was replete with respect and admiration as Ophelia stared up at his shimmering browns and glossy eyes. Onyx pressed his lips against hers in a loving kiss and res