Trophy Line Onyx Novels & Stories

Nico comments as the jeweler walks over with black velvet tray containing three rings. I pick up the thinner rose gold band. It’s simple but it’s the engraving on the inside that catches my attention The Italian Trinity NVA. Then I pick up the two titanium bands with a carbon fiber strip. They too have the same engraving. “Anthony, is thoughtful. He might make us both look bad. Although, I think this could inspire our tattoos” I joke, making Nico chuckle deeply. “I think he might make me look worse than you.” Nico jokes back and we both laugh. Maybe it won’t be so bad being the wife of two sexy Dons.

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

"Fool! Research your lore. The Nixon Line has held the southern gold-veins for centuries. They crossed the Great Sea during the last Great War. They aren't just wealthy; they own more territory than the Montgomerys themselves." The tide began to turn. "If she carries Nixon blood, she is a predator. Jenny has tried to trap a mountain lion in a rabbit snare. Let’s see how long the 'Provider' keeps up this play-acting." Yet, Jenny’s most loyal pups barked in defiance. "What Nixon blood? It's a lie! Just because she has silver, must we submit? This is proof she's a bully using her sire's name! We stand with the common wolf!"

For a moment, no one spoke. It was beautiful. That was the worst part. The fabric was pale silver-white, heavy enough to fall in formal lines and expensive enough to shame anyone who complained about it. Black embroidery climbed the bodice in sharp, elegant patterns that belonged unmistakably to the Stormhaven line: wolves, thorned branches, crescent blades, and old mountain symbols stitched with such precision that the gown looked less sewn than carved. Moon-silver thread caught the light around the collar. Tiny black stones trimmed the cuffs.

“But we ain’t done yet, princess.” His fingers drift higher, teasing the outer lips of my pussy, and I whimper, oversensitive, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm he just wrung out of me. Tyrone’s smirk sharpens, all teeth and dark intent. “Good girl.” He turns, the latex at his wrists creaking as he reaches for the sterilized tray beside him. The clink of metal against metal makes my stomach twist. I watch, mesmerized, as he picks up the jewelry, a delicate silver barbell, the ends adorned with tiny, glinting gemstones. It’s beautiful. And terrifying.

“Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.” Her gaze fell to her wrist, where the faint red lines of the mark had dimmed but not disappeared. It felt as if it were breathing, syncing with her pulse. “Tests my limits?” she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. “How far… can it go?” Lucien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped to the side, letting a shaft of moonlight illuminate a part of the library Evelyn hadn’t noticed before. The shadows along the walls seemed thicker here, curling and twisting like smoke. A cold chill brushed against her spine.

With the thrumming music, Javier waved about the WCOTY trophy fervently, looking a little hysterical with joy, It was when Quinna and Trevor were both distracted that he purposely let the trophy slide from his hand and break it. The trophy was not made of alloy—the material was unknown, but it was pretty fragile. It shattered like a vase once it met the floor. The moment the trophy shattered, something tiny slipped out of it, and Javier stepped on it swiftly. After he did so, Quinna and Trevor looked down at the shards in a stupor. After some time, Quinna exclaimed in disbelief, “You prodigal man. We have two trophies left now. How are we taking photos when we go back!?”

They all back away while going to their knees and bear their necks. “I am so sorry for using my command, it is something I wish not to use, but Onyx is very tiny and needs time to develop a better immune system. I will allow you all to see him from a distance. Please allow me room to get him from the car. Then join me in the backyard for the viewing ceremony.” I knew everyone would want to meet Onyx, but I needed to do this on my terms not the packs. I had arranged a ceremony where I would have a camera facing the platform and it would be projected on multiple screens for the pack to see.

Jace said his voice was short and snappy. Nora sighed, opening the bag and then grabbing the box. She paused a minute trying to find a way out of opening it. Jace made another noise as she was just staring at the black box. She sighed and opened the box. Inside the box layed a small black onyx necklace. It was a simple square onyx stone that hung on a silver chain and was very beautiful. “What? I can't take this. Why would you- “Black onyx can disguise hunters from wolves. Put it on.” Jace ordered as he cut her off.

I cover my mouth as I chuckle. “You got that right. She would eat them all without a care,” I snort. “She loves me, but not that much.” I take another bite and he looks away, seemingly nervous, as he clears his throat. “Tilly…I’ve been thinking.” Onyx says, rubbing the back of his neck. I can feel the anxiousness in him and I furrow my brows, placing my food down and watching him closely. “About what…?” I ask. “This pack.”