What Does Onyx Mean As A Name Novels & Stories

I wipe them away as they escape. “Mom, you have been the strongest person I know, all my life I have looked up to you. The pride you have, the strength you show in the battlefield, the gracefulness you exude. You are a magnificent woman, and mother, let’s not forget your new title.” Onyx says. “Boy, I have had the title of Queen, now it is just doubled.” I chuckle. “That’s not the title I am referring to mama” Onyx winks. I look at him questionable. When a smile appears on his face. “Grandma” Onyx says.

his blue eyes were overflowing with love. “It started when I learned your name,” Dark answered, his voice low. “Ever since then, I studied Greek mythology— especially Typhon, Echidna, and even Nyx. I found out what your names mean, and the stories behind them.” “I hate your name ‘Nyx,’ you know that?” she sighed deeply. “Why?” Dark asked. “It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel like I am not enough. I am supposed to be the one protecting you and our children. But even so, just like your name, you are the Nyx of my life. You are mine, and I want to be your protector.”

“Our name choices are indeed unconventional.” “Black might not be popular because it’s often associated with sadness and gloom, but the meaning of black that my mother took was elegance, determination, and dominance. And most importantly, black symbolizes wealth and prosperity.” "Oh my... Your mother mapped out your entire life path in one name.” Gia couldn’t help but admire how perfectly Raven’s name suited his personality. “Lonan also means black,” Raven added in a somber tone. Names don’t always reflect the person. Their names might mean the same, but Lonan differed significantly from Raven. And Gia couldn’t help but think that Lonan had become like that because of Willow.

and she subtly put a little distance between them, recognizing his wolf as her natural enemy. "Don't be afraid," Onyx tried again, his voice low and his body language submissive. "I only want to help, I don't want any trouble, you just looked like you could use a friend." Seeing that he had her attention, he offered her his hand again, introducing himself, "My name's Onyx, what's yours?" She hesitated for two heartbeats, before clasping his hand with her own. "Hi Onyx, my name is Lenora." She replied with a smile.

It was very obvious to anyone watching that they were closely related by blood. But while Valen possessed familiar, kind, dark eyes that always showed his true emotions, Onyx’s eyes looked bottomless, cold, and sinister. Looking at him, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell the boy had gone through to end up this way. He still looked quite lanky, with long, awkward limbs, like he hadn't quite filled into his adult shape or muscle build yet. I frowned, sizing him up. Was this really the kid who wanted to fight Valen for a throne? He really should have known that it was a hopeless venture.

"It is a crest of total annihilation, boy. That is the sigil of the Onyx Fang pack." I frowned, looking past Gideon toward Lucien, but he looked just as perplexed as I felt. "The Onyx Fang?" he asked, tilting his head. "I’ve never heard of them. There are no packs by that name in the continental registry, historic or otherwise."

“Deron of the house?” “Deron of the house in your heart…” “That’s a new one…” she smiled, taking the rose from where she had placed it in her hair and twisting it in her fingers. “Say, Lyxia, your name is quite…” “Quite unique? Yes, Lyxia means a snake with beautiful green scales, I’m sure you know why I was given the name.” “Your beautiful green eyes.” I looked into her eyes again, warm memories of myself entangled with her on my bed replaying in my mind.

Onyx is my child, the child Norah had given birth to, she’s 5 years old. “What are you doing in my room?” I asked Norah curtly. “Onyx wanted to see you.” She said, I pointed towards the door. “Ezra, why do you act as if we’re enemies?” She asked. “Get out!” I said softly, she knew not to go against me, and she slowly walked out of the room leaving I and Onyx together. “Dad, why do you hate mummy?” Onyx asked. I sighed and squatted down and hugged her.

"Angel's-forbid they be specific...Has brown hair and brown, almost black eyes.” I glance up from the page as Onyx rubs his hand over his own eyes. Having him sitting here, at my whim will never not be exhilarating. There's so much power in this room, and it all belongs to him. Yet, I have a glorious amount of control over it. It's the benefit of being the Alpha's best friend. Well, only friend. “Is all this supposed to mean something to me?” He raises a dark brow until it disappears beneath the length of his ruffled black hair. It's as dark as his name denounces.

Orion was standing tall at his full height, crushing Onyx under his weight and aura, suppressing his roars and howls. “You will not call her, Onyx.” Orion commanded Onyx through his roar. Onyx whimpered in pain and helplessness. “Come on, brother. He is our father. He is known for his ruthlessness, and people called him formidable for a reason.” I grumbled again but was relieved that Onyx was under control now. My ears perked up, and Zyphre raised his snout a little, still holding Onyx’s limb in his mouth and pressing his hip and right limb with his front paws.