Trophy Line Onyx Novels & Stories

I saw about twenty rogues as I stepped into the silent realm, still in wolf form, and circled them. They sneered and growled at the three wolves in front of them; Onyx attacked from behind. It was almost too easy as he swiped his paw across one rogue's back, his spine snapped as he whimpered on the forest floor. The next one turned too late as Onyx grabbed him by the neck, shook his body twice, and he fell limply to the ground. The three wolves who had followed me were each busy with a rogue, as Onyx went for wolf after wolf. He barely stopped to assess the situation, just biting and ripping rogues apart. The forest floor was littered with dead rogues and barely fifteen minutes had passed s

What was cool though was the fact that this place was where my mate’s family came from. Trelinins, as a whole, were really fucking awesome. Ylonte, himself, decided to create this line of Protectors. It was an honor to even lay my eyes on all of this. To know that the pups in Ziyah’s womb were from this lineage was humbling. It was a gift that Ylonte and the Goddess chose for us, and one that we would never take for granted. “Lady Luna Ziyah!” a woman called out. She was a few inches taller than me, typical Light Fae look, and had the most stunning golden eyes. That was a really cool fucking color.

"Well, nothing is wrong. I'm just confused. It's beautiful, and it's my wolf. But the crest..." "I don't recognize it. Is it of your pack, or your family?" "It's neither... and I guess both. It's the Silver Rock pack crest I think. The older one." "But, I'm rogue and you're in another pack?" I am not super familiar with all the rules but this doesn't seem right to me from what I do know. "I- I can't explain it. I really can't. I suppose the obvious assumption would be that there's something bigger at play, and that may be the way of saying where we are supposed to be."

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

I gently pulled my hand away, admiring my handiwork, and drinking in the sight of Roxy, now forever bearing my mark. The silver infinity symbol, now emblazoned on Roxy's skin, shone with a radiant light, as if infused with an inner luminescence. The mark stretched vertically from her temple to the curve of her lower jaw, its delicate filigree and vines spilling down onto her neck like a tender caress.

"Go get stuffed, you horny old bastard! I have a fated mate. I can feel him! Unless we reject each other, you will never be able to bond with us, no matter what you do!" Onyx carefully analyzed her chest and snickered bitterly as he saw the mate mark of a crescent moon glowing on her fair skin, "This is rather an unheard of development and here I was hoping you to be fair game for at least a year...how disappointing." He then released her and his eyes transformed back to his gray eyes.

I said coolly, “You're up.” Denmark grinned as he stepped forward, sliding his metallic case onto the table. “You wanted authenticity, Mr. Fox? I brought it. I went back to my roots–strong, bold, unapologetic designs. This line’s called Dominion. It's meant to represent the unyielding spirit of those who rise after defeat.” He opened the case dramatically. Inside were heavy gold chains, massive rings studded with oversized stones, and cuffs engraved with intricate flame patterns.

He looks at himself and at first he noticed nothing different and look closer untill he sees the gold in his eyes. 'Onyx what is this?' Landon asks in shock. ' I don't know, alot has changed but I don't know what Landon and it kind of bothers me' Onyx says not very happy. He pulls of his shirt and immediately sees the mark on his neck and he looks closer. The outline of two cats with their head against each other and wings on each side and it has a soft golden glow to it. "WHAT THE ACTUAL F&@#!" He shouts and rushes out to Jarek.

I said as he left. In the one gift bag, I pulled out a cream box. I opened it to see a brown notebook with a leather cover. On the cover it was engraved: Property of Preetah Arora Korana. In the other gift bag, there was a box of make-up branded ‘VogueGlam’. I read the card that came with the gifts: If you choose to stay, please wear this makeup tonight, we have a date at 20h00. Your husband.

Very quickly, they lifted the huge trophy over their heads and cheered joyously… The moment they lifted the trophy, a golden shower of shiny glitter rained down on the stage. Suddenly, the golden glimmers expanded across the entire stage, engulfing everyone within. It was a magnificent sight. After everyone held the trophy up for a while, Xyla and the others put it down together. Immediately after that, Snowy walked closer to Team XS. Snowy wore a white, silk, traditional dress with her hair pulled into a simple bun. She had youthful-looking airy bangs and intricate make-up on. Snowy was extremely beautiful… However, when Xyla stood next to her, Snowy suddenly paled in comparison…