Dark Obsession Novels & Stories

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

“Though, I am still wondering how the hell did the car get to the workshop, when we didn’t see a path to follow.” “It was definitely someone who has been to see Pierre before and was well acquitted with the area. Before he died, he mentioned something about how the dark one was always watching.” Dante frowned. “Don’t tell me you bought that nonsense he was spewing? What? Are we dealing with voodoo powers now?” “Maybe not voodoo,” I said. “Maybe he was someone that Pierre has never meant before. Dark one could just be a pseudonym.” “Hmm, that makes sense. He was probably dealing directly with the middle men, who work for this dark one.”

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

Zoe paced the hallway outside the infirmary, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The image of Dominic - his black eyes, the dark veins twisting across his body - was seared into her memory. It wasn’t just darkness consuming him; it was something alive, ancient, and malicious. Sara sat nearby, her leg bouncing with nervous energy. “What was that? He wasn’t just angry or hurt - he was something else entirely.” Zoe stopped pacing and leaned against the wall, clutching her still bandaged arm. “It’s the same darkness we saw during the attack. It’s inside him now. But how? Why him?”

He loomed over me like a shadow of death, his presence so vast it seemed to shrink the room. His eyes were no longer those of the man I knew; they were twin pits of glowing, molten obsidian, swirling with a darkness that swallowed the flickering candlelight. The desire radiating from him wasn't a gentle stream; it was a flood following a catastrophic dam break—violent, unstoppable, and destructive. He seized my wrists in a grip of iron and slammed them against the wall above my head. He didn't bother to retract his claws. I felt the sharp, needle-like points prick the sensitive skin of my wrists, drawing a tiny, hairline trace of pain that ignited a wildfire of searing excitement in my gut.

“I'm not the kind of man you imagined. I am not your happy ever after. I am a bad man with dark secrets. It's huge enough to destroy your existence. But you…” My voice trailed as I locked gaze with those mesmerizing Amber eyes that twinkled under the soft glow of the chandelier. I wanted to kiss them. To wipe the tears off and spray my seed all over her face until she gagged. “You are pure, innocent, fragile, full of life, so fucking young. You are brave, you dare to explore. That's the reason I call you little dove. One more step closer to me and you will be tainted by my darkness.” “All it takes is one taste for you to get obsessed. For you to get dangerously addicted. Before you know it,

“She’s still the same person who brought you flowers and read to you. She’s—” “—human.” “Jesus, Obsidian!” I stormed over to him and gripped his shoulders. “Not all of them are bad! Not all of them want to hurt you like—” He moved, cutting off my words. One second, we were standing and the next, I was on my back with him straddling me and his forearm resting across my throat. “I’m a sadist, Dev. Do you know what that means?” Obsidian rasped, his face inches away from my face. “I get off on causing pain.”

They give him the look of a ruthless, calculating strategist who could cold-bloodedly strip a company of its assets in a boardroom. Then again, that same man is currently sitting there watching me fall apart. Rowan depresses his thumb on the remote, bumping the vibration up a single, agonizing notch. A muffled gasp tears from my throat as the sharp buzz sends a wave of liquid heat straight up my spine. He takes a slow, unhurried sip of his scotch. His dark eyes, magnified behind those delicate lenses, track every twitch of my thighs, every frantic heave of my chest, every reaction.

And it was like an explosion of flavors I had never had before. I could taste myself, but it was just the hint of the metallic taste of blood and it only made his essence more pronounced, complimenting it. He wore the aroma of oil, and of polish, and a thousand different kinds of paint. He was so sweetly toxic that I couldn’t get enough of him, trying to gulp down every bit of saliva he was ready to give me. I drank and drank, and drank until my mind grew hazy and everything else faded to black. And only then, when my lungs were burning with the need to breathe, and my body was vibrating from the sensation, I moved away, freeing my mouth from his. “Jesus,” I said when I finally calmed myself