Trophy Line Onyx Novels & Stories

she explained to Hunter. Hunter gasped faintly. “So did you hide it? Where did you put it?” He searched her with his eyes, looking for ay bumps that may have been under her clothes poking out. But found none really. “When I—when I found it, it got very warm and absorbed into my skin. Then a mark, no, a tattoo appeared on the wrist area and it said: "The Bronze Stone.”” Hunter scoffed to himself in a low tone, baffled that Lin, an ordinary she-wolf, had found something that qualified warriors who had trained all their lives, could not even lay an eye on.

I’d had plenty of practice and time to get good with using my hands, stealing away the little trinkets Cliff held dear, blackmailing him to back off the girls. Perhaps it could work here too. With Vincent distracted, his gaze on me, I delicately slipped my fingers into his pocket. “Do you trust me?” asked Vincent. I nodded, lying. Satisfied, Vincent released me and stepped away, leaving me with the object I’d stolen off of him. He’d spent the entire lecture fumbling with the thing in pocket, and now I knew why. The crest was a block of onyx stone, the faces of several wolves carved into the dark surface. The name Voss was inscribed on the bottom, surrounded by the twist of a rose vine.

It was surrounded by a halo of tiny black onyx stones. “It’s… beautiful,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. Antonio smiled, clearly pleased with my reaction. “It’s one-of-a-kind,” he said proudly. “The sapphire is from Ceylon — known for its clarity. The setting is platinum, designed to last a lifetime.” Talon’s hand flexed ever so slightly on my back, and I could feel his eyes on me. “Try it on,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough.

Tasha kind of liked that. Coming to stand in front of Tasha, Onyx fought back the urge to reach out, drag her to him, and take what was his. The need emanating from her wasn’t helping. Spotting his gift at her station, he grinned. “So it came.” Humor danced in her eyes, making his grin widen.

It clatters across the stone floor . He grabs my wrists to stop me , and golden lightning explodes again , brighter, hotter, searing . We both cry out. The pain drops us to our knees , foreheads pressed together, gasping . “What is this ?” I sob. “I don’t know,” he groans. “But it’s burning.” “Look,” I breathe. Golden lines crawl up both our left wrists, twisting, glowing, forming perfect matching cuffs that sink into our skin like brands. I try to pull away. Can’t. The marks pulse like heartbeats.

"Guardian of the Sacred Silver Lineage... I feared immensely that I would arrive far too late to find you." Leo's eyes narrowed into sharp silver slits, a low, echoing rumble vibrating in his throat. "You know my true name, old man?" Orion smiled softly, his eyes misting over. "I have known your name... for significantly longer than these castle walls or these kingdoms have stood." The entire throne room fell into a deathly, suffocating silence. Slowly, Orion reached deep inside his faded cloak. He withdrew an ancient, heavy parchment scroll that was securely sealed with thick silver wax. The silver seal bore the exact same symbol hanging around his neck—the wolf beneath the seven stars.

Each of the medals stood for someone or something Trax/ Fallon, Sarin and I shared one, Zanny, Oliver, the twins each had one to themselves, Orion was honored one, and for the treaties, we had with the witches, treaties with the Trover's, the final one was the community displaying the waterfall in all the seasons. Orion wears his medals on his collar. He was a wolf so much of the time that if he was ever human he could wear it as a necklace or armband himself, Blair jangled like the wind chimes that were outside her childhood room of her parent's home, as she stood Orion there to help her stay up.

’ “The first treasure up for grabs is number one. Dominant Alpha blood runs through her. Eight years old. This treasure comes from a bloodline that has the gift of being able to turn any surface, living or nonliving, to stone with just a single touch. Imagine the possibilities as she comes of age. Plenty of time to train her to your specifications. The bidding opens at $5,000.” There was no way in fuck that we would be outbid. Theo raised his hand immediately with a sleezy smirk on his face, playing the part that he needed to.

The craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly custom made. "Owen, this is beautiful," I breathed, touching the stones gently. "When did you have time to commission this?" "I have been working on it for the past month with help from the bloodline representatives. Each stone came from their families, pieces of their heritage that they wanted you to have. The silver is from my pack's territory, forged by our best metalworker. It is meant to remind you that you are not alone in this, that seven bloodlines and dozens of packs stand with you."

I fasten the buttons quickly and then; I reach for a pair of dark trousers which slides smoothly over his legs, it does nothing to hide the corded muscles of my legs. I tuck the shirt into the waistband, securing it with a wide leather belt adorned with a silver buckle. A glint of gold on the nearby table catches my eyes, it is a velvet cushion which displays a collection of rings. I pick up the first, a simple gold band engraved with the sigil of Orizon– a rearing griffin. It slides onto my smallest finger, a silent reminder of his lineage and the legacy he carried.