Ebony Obsidian Nude Novels & Stories

This silence felt like a man stepping past the place where feeling could still slow his hand, into the colder arithmetic of what the full scope demanded. Kieran had infiltrated the edges of Obsidian through Liliana long before I ever arrived. The design was older than the treaty, older than the bond, older than the claim that had finally forced it into the light. And the man who had to answer that truth had gone so quiet that the absence of his anger had become the loudest thing in the room.

“Luna Mabella. Alpha Alfredo. I see you kept your word and came with limited forces. The Ruby for the renewal protocol and full territorial amnesty. Do you still accept these terms?” “I do,” I answered clearly, keeping my voice steady and strong. “We’ve waited long enough. Bring the Ruby forward so we can end this.” Caspian gave a small nod. Two of his men carried the chest to the exact center of the clearing and opened it with deliberate care. The Ruby lay inside, larger than I’d imagined, its blood-red surface already pulsing with faint inner light. It was breathtaking. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” Caspian said quietly. “The Renewal Protocol requires both bloodlines. Mine and yours. Blood must

If anything, I almost laughed. I turned back to Cassian and said, evenly: "Obsidian really does outshine moonstone. It suits you — cheap matches cheap."

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.

Filled her with my seed like some primal beast staking territory. The worst part? I wanted to do it again. And again. Until there was no question she belonged to me. Until the bond was so deep that nothing — not even the monster inside her — could tear us apart. I pressed my face into her hair and breathed her in. Whatever she was, whatever darkness slept in her veins, I would face it. Because she was mine now. And the Obsidian Alpha didn’t let go of what was his. Even if it destroyed him. Elara’s POV – The Next Morning

Then he steps through. Tall doesn’t even cover it. Seven feet of pure sin wrapped in obsidian skin and black wings that scrape the ceiling of my shitty studio. Curved horns, glowing ember eyes, and a smirk that says he’s already won. “Hello, little mortal,” he purrs, voice like velvet soaked in whiskey. “You rang?” I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Because he’s naked except for shadows curling around his hips, and oh my god he’s huge everywhere.

It wasn't only humans with the annoying habit of putting people down. Her name was Ebony and she was absolutely beautiful, even with the massive square-shaped, thick-rimmed glasses she wore. Her complexion reminded me of brown caramel and her eyes were a liquid hazel color. She had chubby cheeks which doubled in size when she flashed us her perfect, white teeth, and her hair was always kept in braids that were cropped short with silver beads embellishing them.

Explaining this to her, however, was out of the question, so he switched to flirting. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare such a beauty," he said, smiling attractively. "Oh no, no! You're still quite good-looking! You couldn't have scared me." The librarian said, her cheeks flushing hot pink. Asia's eyes were seductive, drawing, and drowning. Multiple colors split from them when light grazed them, and they depicted something close to museum-worthy art. His lashes were long and flickered lustrously every time he blinked. His skin was smooth and pale, milky white. His eyes took a different shape from the usual Asian features. They were almond-shaped, with voluminous, loose curls resting on them

Jack looked up through the glass skylight of the atrium. Descending slowly through the storm, ignoring the wind, was a monstrosity. It was twice the size of the others, carved from black obsidian—volcanic glass. Its wingspan was thirty feet wide. And its body was covered in glowing purple sigils that drank the energy of the Aegis cannons. "Obsidian," Jack cursed. "Volcanic glass doesn't have a crystalline grain structure like granite. The resonance won't shatter it." "It's diving!" Marcus yelled.

The kinetic energy inside the Obsidian Room on a Friday night was a living, breathing entity. It was the largest of Elysium’s private spaces, a sprawling, high-ceilinged theater of dark velvet and polished steel designed specifically for group scenes. Tonight, the room was entirely dedicated to the intricate, breathtaking art of Shibari.