V Rising Onyx Tear Novels & Stories

Sincerely, Rhye Gosling ***** The morning light shone down in the middle of Alpha Rhye's office, bringing the first shirt sleeves to the streets and the first vibrant pink roses to the garden outside the French windows of the Alpha's office in the Moonlight Pack. But though the windows were open and the fresh smells of grass and flowers drifted into the private sanctum of the most dominant and powerful Alpha on the continent, the attention of the two men present was focused upon the morning papers on his hand.

What they saw left them questioning life. The man is a vampire. But he did not look like any typical vampire; his face had veins and scars showing. His dark skin complexion got even darker. His mouth contorts and stretches—which unveils his sharp and pointy fangs dripping with blood. His tongue is shown to be sliced in half. His eyes are bloodshot red with a hypnotizing glow. His eyelids look like dark red, and black mascara is falling from his eyes. His hair is black, short, and nappy. His ears are pointy and disfigured. He has his shirt off. His body is beautiful, showing his six-pack abdomen and bulky arms. But even though his body is gorgeous—it has many scars, blood, and bullet wounds.

Luke was stronger… and he managed to hold himself in place. He knew his eyes changed their color while he was trying to control his emotions, and he watched Sarah’s reaction to this change. Her feelings and thoughts were so obvious on her face that it almost made him smirk… a bit of fear was replaced by intrigue and then recognition… “Your eyes…” he heard Sarah’s soft voice. “I remember now… what did you do to me? How did I heal so fast?” “Don’t you know? A tear of the phoenix can heal any wound.” Luke answered, leaving Sarah to gasp in amazement.

“Relax, wolf. If I wanted her harmed, she wouldn’t still be breathing.” Raven’s pulse skipped. “Why are you here?” Nyxian’s eyes glowed faint violet, as shadows swirled around him. “Because the rift is waking faster than expected. And when it tears open, Goddess, your power will either mend it…” His smirk morphed into something colder. “…or shatter everything.” Malrik's jaw tickled as he stepped forward. “You should not meddle, Vanisher.” Nyxian chuckled low. “Meddle? I only tell her the truth, you prefer buried, dragon.”

I had now completely transformed into a wolf. With swift movements, I ran to all sides. Attacking all the warriors who charged towards me in unison. The sounds of battle and the smell of blood filled in the air. My eyes, which glowing a menacing yellow that pierced through any warrior’s soul, began to stare wide-eyed. Sharpening every snapping of my teeth that were ready to tear through anything. The remaining wolf warriors snarled again. Their wide-open eyes full of rage and sharp teeth filled with spittle, began to show their anger.

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

Vansh cruelly gawked ar her but she felt like her existence quivered when she noticed his burning orbs slightly filled with tears which he controlled by clenching his jaw violently. And then he turned around which made her gaze gaped at his back and then her eyes farted towards the mirror glass door where she saw his reflection ridhima felt like she whole being got wrecked when she found a tear to roll down from his eyes which hurted her more than her own pain more than all those cruel things that that her fate brought for her Because his tears were the only thing she was petrified of enduring because she could hear his anger, rage and here everything but not his tears.

The vampire loosened the grip on his blue sleeveless vest, trying to force some air into his burning lungs. “It seems I drank too much blood,” he thought, desperately struggling with his strange condition. The heart had difficulty pumping fresh blood. Onyx irritably tugged at the collar with his fingers, as if he hoped he could rip it off. But the cold metal was adamant. The brunette heard a rustling sound. Turning sharply, he in an instant snatched a black blade from its sheath and slashed it across the throat of the young vampire who appeared in his field of vision. The sharp blade easily entered the pliable flesh, crumbling the delicate cartilage. Blood splashed into his face. The winner

Tears are instantly in my eyes, and he turns to me and wipes them away. “Today we will be completing this family and making it whole. Will you please step forward with Onyx, King Rasheed.” The councilman says. While holding Onyx Rasheed steps forward. The councilman cuts Rasheed’s hand and then proceeds to make a little cut on Onyx’s hand. Rasheed takes Onyx’s hand and a huge gust of air flows through the room. Onyx’s eyes shine red then turn back to their regular brown. I gasp unsure what just happened, but maybe it was just because he is now Rasheed’s son.

Another voice: “Then why do the roots bleed?” Stares turned on me— Not pity. Not reverence. Doubt. I reached for Kade’s arm. Desperate. He flung me off. And when his eyes met mine— They weren’t Kade’s anymore. They glowed—broken violet, heavy with rage and loss. Ryven was fully awake. Claws split flesh. Bones cracked. Teeth tore through the gum. His scream shattered ceremonial glass. And then he collapsed. The priest rushed to him.