Novel & Cerita What Happens To Xaden In Onyx Storm

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

I rushed forward at an infected that was about forcing itself into the available space in the forklift and slammed the Ak against his face, it staggered backwards and in another swift slam, it's neck broke making it's head bend to it's left shoulder. Lorenzo and Smith looked straight into my eyes seeing my savage mode turned on, they got motivated as Smith drew out a Seven inches sized axe from one of the opened tool boxes. "Hey" he called at me, tossing a crowbar which I caught expertly and crushed an infected's head with a swift swing. Austin and Lorenzo kept shooting as my eyes drifted to Lorenzo, leaning on a box to keep himself steady. He's becoming weak, I thought. He's lost too much b

When the strange phenomenon and the blood rain occurred, Xavier believed that it was Horra who had fallen. Xavier had exchanged blows with Adrian, and the level-three divine weapon that Adrian possessed was so powerful that Xavier did not dare to battle him on a whim unless the outcome could be guaranteed. "That's what he gets from being stubborn," Xavier remarked before closing his eyes and continuing his recuperative meditation. Elsewhere, in one of the other halls within Primordial Sacred Land, Baldwin looked at the depressive atmosphere and widened his eyes in stark disbelief.

What the heck did Sarah hope to achieve by doing this again—to both of us this time? “T-Try to hold out as long as you can, Xaden,” I pleaded weakly, knowing I was asking a lot from him at the moment. “I’m trying… but, God, Maeve…” he groaned longingly, clenching his fists against the door, knuckles turning white, “you smell so fucking good…” In any other circumstances, those words would have made me blush, but instead, they filled me with fright. Xaden was one of the most powerful Alphas in the entire kingdom. If his drug-induced heat took complete control over him, then there would be nothing anyone could do to stop him.

Henry*** The storm does not yield. Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the battlefield of destruction I have created. The shadows coil tighter around my body, venomous whispers growing more insistent, more cruel. The abyss does not wish to let me go. It does not fear Xavier's words or his unwavering belief. It only craves ruin. But Xavier does not move from where he kneels, battered and bleeding, his body trembling under the force of my blows. His breath comes in ragged gasps, but his gaze remains locked onto mine. There is no hatred in his eyes, no fear. Only that same unbearable resolve.

Onyx’s face turned a steely shade of red as he yelled at them. “Sir, he’s too good and agile. None of us was a match for him,” the leader said bitterly. “What a waste of space. How dare you still stay here and try to sow discord?! Feed him to the sharks!” Onyx yelled. “Have mercy, sir!” the leader begged. However, some subordinates had already stepped forward. They pulled him up and dragged him away mercilessly. “Tell everyone who owes the Xander family money to gather at Neptune’s Cove tomorrow. We’ll teach that brat a lesson over there. All they need to do is to give us 10% of what they owe Xander Corporation,” Onyx commanded angrily.

“And in his rage… in his pride… he struck it.” I inhaled sharply, horrified. “He attacked the Life Tree,” Xaden said, his voice cold and sharp as winter steel. “Not enough to destroy it—no one could. But enough to wound it. Enough to poison its roots with blood that should never have touched its soil.” The image was sickening: a man so desperate for power he would wound the very source of life. “And that,” Xaden continued, “was the beginning of our misery. Magic began to dwindle. The kingdoms weakened. Beastmen fell into division, into secrecy, into hiding. The land itself began to die.”

Every trace of it pulled tight around him, condensing into something denser, sharper—no longer a spreading force, but a focused one. A weapon. Rose felt it immediately. The shift from expansion to precision. From pressure to intent. “He’s changing tactics,” Orion said, already moving. Storm didn’t wait. Lightning struck again—but this time, not at him. Around him. A cage of energy meant to contain, to restrict, to force him to stay *present*. It flickered. Held— For half a second. Then shattered as the condensed darkness cut through it like it wasn’t there. Storm swore under her breath.

“We were so sure the MoonFall pack wouldn’t agree to Wade’s sick plan. I came to that table today to ask Uncle to find us another way out.” “We, Xaden. We came to that table this morning to ask Uncle Damek for another way out.” Xander’s tight, husky voice shuts him up. There’s no other way out, though. That’s what we confirmed during breakfast. The girl’s family’s crest is a dragon. Fire lives in them. We suspect it can protect us from the poison slowly eating us alive. “Mating with the girl Wade proposed might lengthen the time before the poison destroys us.” I turn to them, and I’m not surprised at what I find. “But more time is not a permanent solution.”

"Elowen! The Bond! We shatter the Cathedral together!" ​I grabbed his hand. The contact was a scream of pure, unadulterated power. We didn't just touch; we merged. The violet of the Scythe and the silver of the Shield combined into a white-hot nova that didn't just break the room—it erased the "Dead Zone" coordinates from the Board’s map. ​The cathedral began to collapse. ​"Hold on to me!" Julian shouted, pulling me into his chest. ​As the ocean began to rush back in to claim the ruins, Julian pressed his mouth to mine, not for a kiss, but to share his very breath—the silver-infused oxygen that was keeping him alive in the deep.