What Happened At The End Of Onyx Storm の小説・ストーリー

Storm Storm “Could we all take our seats please, we need to get this meeting started,” Alpha Rossi, said, grabbing the attention of everyone present in the conference room, as he entered the room with his Luna at his side. Taking my seat beside Doyle once again, I looked up to where Alpha and Luna Rossi were sitting at the head of the table.

"Orion. Orion. Orion." His name fell from my lips like a desperate prayer as we plunged deeper into the dark water. The impact had been brutal—even with our supernatural healing abilities, hitting the surface at that velocity had been like colliding with concrete. Every bone in my body screamed in protest, but that pain was nothing compared to the terror clawing at my chest. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong. Orion's body had gone completely limp in my arms the moment we'd hit the water. His powerful frame, which had held me so protectively during our fall, now felt like dead weight dragging us both toward the murky bottom of what I could now see was a river.

He tore through the guards in seconds, then shifted back to his human form and gently swept me into his arms. “Don’t be afraid, Aurora. It’s okay. I’m taking you home.” “Caleb!” The terror finally broke through, and I buried my face in his chest, sobbing. Seeing us together, Emory went insane with jealousy. “She’s mine! Give her back!” He charged at us. Caleb quickly set me down in a safe corner and met his attack. The clash between two top Alphas shook the entire chamber to its foundations. But Emory was still recovering from his injuries, and Caleb, fueled by rage, quickly overpowered him, sending him flying with a brutal punch.

"Out! Both of you!" Seeing my bloodshot eyes and hysterical state, Philip opened his mouth to say something. But in the end, he just guided the crying Jane out the door. The corridor was now empty. I leaned against the cold wall, letting my tears fall freely. I didn't know how long I stayed there, waiting. Finally, Dad rushed in. And finally, the OR light went off. … Third-Person POV On the wedding day, the sun was shining brightly. Philip walked into the office as usual.

I will have to find a way to get out of the warehouse along with John, leaving Adriano and his men inside. "Tomorrow I will make you suffer. This is the 'beginning of the end' for you Adriano." I inhaled. ~~ end of flashback. The downpour stopped, leaving me and John completely drenched in rain. I cannot believe that we are still alive. We both dragged ourselves as far as possible, from the warehouse, towards the main huge iron door, because walking was impossible with broken bones of the feet and then I took a deep breath and finally removed the necklace from around my neck.

The stranger looked at her in amazement, clearly not expecting this kind of bravery from her. With a fierce roar, the werewolf lunged towards them, jaws snapping. Matilda braced herself, ready to fight to the death. But just as the werewolf was about to reach them, a gunshot rang out through the forest, and the beast fell to the ground, lifeless. Matilda and the stranger turned to see a group of hunters emerge from the trees, their guns at the ready. One of them stepped forward, a tall, rugged man with piercing blue eyes. "You two alright?" he asked gruffly.

Unfortunately, my rapid heartbeat revealed my location, so the boys ran towards the bathroom. “Guys, she is here. Let’s catch her!” Tears of helplessness streamed down my cheeks as my impending doom collapsed my legs underneath me. I was about to pass out due to fright when a rough, furry claw grabbed my arm from behind, pulling me backwards. A whimper escaped from my mouth as this new calamity struck me out of here. My back hit a giant, steel chest with full force, signing my death warrant. If it wasn’t for Onyx, I would have died of a heart attack at the mere age of eighteen. She forced me to glance at the owner of this claw.

“Xayden loves another and I can not give you two the power to break me. I would rather die !” Gently nudging back my face in front of him, Onyx whispered, “You’re thinking wrong. We lov- …” Suddenly, the airplane shook violently before it tilted to one side, sending us crashing against the glass shower wall. At the same time, Onyx lost control to his furious human who lashed out.

He kissed her, a soft, desperate kiss that sealed their victory, their love a beacon in the storm. The lightning flashed, illuminating the plateau, the bodies of the Black Shadow Pack scattered across the rock, a testament to the war’s end. Sam and Kevin stood together, their bond unbreakable, their victory bittersweet. The storm raged on, but the darkness of the Black Shadow Pack was gone, and the plateau bore witness to their triumph—a final stand that had changed everything.