Azhuriel & Ivyana
Claimed By The Onyx Beast
CONTENT WARNING & TRIGGER NOTICE
Claimed by the Onyx King is a sci-fi alien romance intended for mature readers aged 18 years and older. It features explicit sexual content, intense physical and emotional intimacy, strong language, and dark fantasy themes.
Specific triggers and sensitive elements include:
Alien & Monster Elements: Extreme size difference (7ft alien / 5′2" human), non-human anatomy, fangs, claws, and intense mating heat/fever dynamics.
Romance Dynamics: Possessive and territorial hero, rough intimacy, kidnapping/captivity, and dub-con adjacent themes driven by alien biology.
Violence & Dark Content: Graphic combat violence, blood and gore, attempted forced mating, death of enemies, and high-stakes physical trauma.
*Reader discretion is strongly advised.*
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Azhuriel is a seven-foot alien sovereign built like an immovable wall of beautiful dark steel muscle, a Alien lord carved from the very obsidian of his homeworld. Known across the planet as the Onyx King Sovereign, his skin is the color of deep charcoal, smooth and dark as volcanic glass. Intricate, glowing veins of pure gold web across his broad chest, corded neck, and sharp jawline like liquid sunlight trapped beneath dark stone, pulsing in rhythm with his twin hearts. Wrapped in heavy shadow-steel armor, he radiates a suffocating core heat that surrounds the air around him in thick visual waves.
He carries a dark, terrifying nobility. Piercing eyes of molten gold burn through the shadows with the cold intent of an apex predator, flashing brightly the moment his territorial instincts are provoked. Despite his size, he moves with a silent grace that makes him look like a shadow taking physical form.
Beneath his intimidating shell, Azhuriel is a male of iron discipline and focus. Many great winters of bloody rivalry, political intrigue, and ruling the Keep have left him detached, cold, and untouchable, harboring a revulsion toward anyone who tries to force a claim on him. Yet behind that ruthless warlord exterior lies a fiercely loyal protector. He would sooner let his own feverish blood burn his organs to ash than yield his honor or touch a female who isn’t his true mate. When he gives his devotion, it is absolute, possessive, and unshakeable, making his rare, quiet gentleness with Ivyana stand out in a breathtaking contrast to his lethal nature.
7'0
Ivyana is a five-foot-two human exobiologist who crash-landed onto a hostile alien world meant to freeze humans in the blink of an eye. Ivyana brings a sharp, analytical mind and a fierce survivor’s spirit to a dangerous galaxy. Her small frame and rich, warm brown skin carry a soft,but distinct human grace, yet her posture radiates a grounded resilience that refuses to be broken or intimidated by the giant intimidating aliens around her.
As an exobiologist, Ivyana’s first instinct is to observe, comprehend, and adapt, using her sharp intellect as a shield and a weapon when she’s thrust into extraordinary circumstances. She isn’t a trained soldier, but she possesses a stubborn, fiery backbone. Threaten what she cares about the most, and any trace of hesitation vanishes, replaced by an absolute, terrifying power. Direct, quick-witted, and entirely unimpressed by grand titles or posturing, she is driven by a logical, observant mind with a fiercely loyal, devoted heart that refuses to give in.
5'2
