Gilbert Von Obsidian Novels & Stories

I glared at him in distaste, openly showing my killing intent, consequently making him convulse. "Beast! You beast! You..." "Gilbert, your blade." I commanded. "Yes my Lord." Gilbert handed me his switchblade and I embedded it deep, into the scum's other hand, making both of his hands immovable. "AHHHHHHHHGGHHHH!!!" He was not reserved this time when he let out an ear-piercing scream. "Well, where were we then?" I asked him again.

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

(SACRIFICIAL DEATH) “I apologize I really do, crown princess, Daniela.” Gilbert’s tears fall, all with that blank expression to his face. A fate and darkness that chooses him to be int this filth that he is drawn and provoke to take. The kind of deal that Daniela knew and very well about. “You do not need to apologize nor cry over the pain and betrayal Gilbert. For everything must fall to where they should be, and that fact includes you and this very day.”

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

It would only produce a tiny hole which meant that even if he does not drink all of the water, there is no way the water would visibly leak out. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate or GHB is a central nervous system depressant. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate is a clear, odorless liquid that looks like water and so can be added to a beverage without the person knowing it. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate is also known as liquid ecstasy. At low doses, the drug relaxes the person. The person feels intoxicated, has more energy, feels happy, and is talkative. Other effects may include feeling affectionate and playful; mild loss of inhibition; increased sensuality; enhanced sexual feelings.

Suddenly, Nyx stirred hard in my chest, letting out a low sound I had never heard from her before. I was almost terrified. Instead, my body leaned toward him, starving for the touch of so many months of nothing but the growl, his strict face and silence. His deep blue eyes—nothing like the shining eyes of the Silver Sword Pack, fixed on mine. They reminded me of the old glaciers, clear and dangerous. “Who… who are you?” My voice came out rough and cracked. He smiled, slow and sure, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. One large hand was tracing the curve of my hip with full calm.

It only bore a symbol. A serpent around a rose. His hands trembled as he picked up the letter. He refused to open it immediately. "Who sent it?" I asked. He looked at the symbol, his eyes filled with dread. "Melanie," he whispered. "That's her symbol." ~~~~~ Helen watched as her mother filled a glass with red wine, her smile not fully satisfied. "What did you send to him mom?" Helen asked. "Just a reminder," Melanie said, swirling the glass slowly. "A secret he thought died a long time with his father. The kind that could possibly destroy everything he's trying to rebuild."

I would not give him the satisfaction of watching me struggle. As the dessert course was cleared, he spoke again, his voice closer. He had moved. “The lily,” he said. “The Casablanca lily. My men have been cross-referencing Vellaro properties in the Alps. There is an old, decommissioned observatory on a peak near Zermatt. The air is famously ‘clean’ there. The property was purchased through a shell corporation your mother controlled.” My heart stuttered. He had acted on my clue. He had found it. Or he was claiming to have found it to gauge my reaction.

A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters. The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire. "I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

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.