What Does Onyx Mean As A Name Novels & Stories

"A moment, boss." I didn’t have a moment. I didn’t have patience. Not when it came to her. Seconds ticked by, each one a lifetime, my fingers tightening around the phone, my knuckles white. The room around me blurred, the faces of the clan leaders fading into the background as I waited, my breath sharp, my pulse pounding in my ears. Then, Onyx." The name hit me like a physical blow. Onyx. The club was a den of sin and seduction, a place where the elite went to lose themselves. Where the music was loud, the lights were low, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and whiskey and desire.

It was a name that had been passed down through generations of her family, each adding their own unique touch to it. Verity, meaning truth, was a reminder to always be honest and forthcoming. Carina, meaning beloved, was a testament to the love and affection her parents had for her. And Eirian, meaning bright and beautiful, was a reflection of the radiance that shone from within her. She wore her name like a badge of honor, a symbol of her identity and heritage. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke to Alpha Nero. "I'm eighteen," she said, her eyes meeting his.

He looked at her as though she was simply beautiful. Proserpina blinked. And the sudden sense of awareness immediately flowed through every single nerve when his gaze slowly wandered to her body and inaudibly swallowed, licking his lips, clearly liking what he saw. ‘Enough–’ “State your name.” He grinned broadly, appearing absurdly pleased at the chance of having to introduce himself, “Alastor Nyx of the Northern Pack.” Proserpina raised an eyebrow at that. How curious… Alastor Nyx is Ancient Greek that literally means avenger of the night, if translated in typical-tongue.

- Ambrose means the immortal divine, and it's also a Greek name. - Atieno, which is an African name, means born at night - Afanas's name has quite the same meaning as Ambrose's name, which is immortal, the only difference is the origins of the name – since Afanas' name has a Russian origin. - Aldon's name is the most unique one since it wasn't as feisty as the other names. It means the old friend, also a wise protector. It's an Anglo-Saxon name. After the king shows up in his office, and just before he starts the meeting – As everyone showed respect to the king, including the members of the coven.

“I can’t date a guy who gives the wrong name.” “My name is Knox. Most people don’t know that. I don’t tell everyone my name.” “So, what did they call you?” I was curious, and more than that, it attracted me to his sly grin. “Matteo.” “Matteo, what kind of name is this?” “Italian, meaning, gift of the God.” “Did you name yourself?” “Yes, I liked the name. Although Knox wasn’t the bad one.”

Nox ? My eyes squeezed shut. How couldn’t he know that I was not Nox ? Was I never visible to him? My childhood insecurities came to the fore as I recalled 12-year-old Onyx’s taunting words, “You mean nothing to me, pup. Absolutely nothing. You are a curse to your beta family and a shame to the pack. You are a freak. A geeky freak. You are not even there in my sights. You are as invisible as a useless piece of trash lying around can be. Now move. Your pathetic self is blocking my way and wasting my time.”

Although they were mainly about the Crimson Stone Pack – their main enemy and where the royal heir lived – Naya had the impression that other packs near this pack wouldn’t be too far in terms of their size and lifestyle. “The Onyx Pack is a small pack with only one leader,” Sage told Naya as they walked out of the wooden shed. Naya had a strong urge to stop but she endured the pain coming from her leg and continued walking. Such wounds wouldn’t stop her. Not now that she knew they were all running out of time. “Tell me more,” Naya uttered, arm leaning on Sage’s shoulder for support. Once outside, two kids, a boy and a girl, aged ten and five, peeked from the trees. Naya spotted them quickly.

It was a pretty ‘name’. “That may get a little complicated.” She laughed softly; it was a new sound. One I hadn’t heard before, and yet, I knew what to call it. “How about I call you ‘Onyx’? It’s a gemstone, like my name is, but it’s black. Like the world in which you apparently live.” Her voice trailed off, I knew that emotion as well, sadness. “I think there is plenty of darkness here. Are there any happier names?” I put down the soft food I was eating and picked up a hard round one. These were my favorite; the juice of this food filled your mouth as you chewed.