Trophy Line Onyx Novels & Stories

The ancient, untainted cellular metrics of the Midnight Eclipse bloodline flared, neutralizing the toxins on contact and converting the synthetic compound into a harmless, passing chill. “She thinks steel can protect a traitor,” Nyx snarled, her phantom violet eyes blazing with an unyielding, predatory brilliance behind my pupils. “Tear it down, Elara. Show her the strength of the lineage she tried to sell.” I stopped dead center in front of the reinforced panel, widening my stance into a flawless, unified combat base. Reaching out, I locked my fingers into the recessed iron handle and the outer hydraulic seal track. The metal was ice-cold, but the golden fated mate bond pulsing from the fre

Exactly long enough to make her point and short enough to act like she hadn't. "A Crimson wolf," she said. Not really to me. More like she was thinking out loud. "Born to an Omega line. Do you understand how statistically unlikely that is, Tanya?" "I'm a late bloomer," I said. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways." She gave me a look that said she didn't buy the mysterious part. "The Goddess works in genetics. Crimson fur isn't a color. It's a marker. Ancient enforcer blood. The First Pack's war wolves had it. It hasn't shown up in an Omega line in recorded history. Which tells me your bloodline is more complicated than you're letting on."

"Mama! Mama!Wake up!" Amber frowned as she felt the tap on her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, a three -year -old boy appeared before her. He has a Comb over fade haircut. The child's black hair is thin. His skin is smooth and white. At first glance, one can immediately predict which clan it belongs because of the brown color of his eyes. Amber told herself, Indigo is indeed a sharp shooter. In just one night, he was able to make a Villacorda heir.