Gilbert Von Obsidian Novels & Stories

Same dark hair, same jaw, but his eyes were brown not grey and they were currently doing a full assessment of me with an openness that was almost startling after four weeks of Damien. He smiled. It was an immediate, genuine, slightly devastating smile and I understood suddenly why Mrs. Hale had mentioned him in the careful tone she used for things that complicated the natural order of the penthouse. “You must be the assistant,” he said. “Noah Carter,” I said. “Daniel Cole.” He crossed the room and shook my hand like we were equals at a normal social event and not in his brother’s penthouse where I was technically the help. “I’ve heard about you.”

had softened into a gentle, rhythmic pulse that illuminated the night. Killian pulled a small, silver object from his pocket. It was the shard of the "Obsidian Blade" that had snapped during the fight with the Bone King. He held it out to me. "I don't want to carry a weapon anymore," he said. I took the shard. With a thought, I summoned the "Holy Fire," let it flow through my fingers and into the dark stone. The obsidian didn't melt; it transformed. The black glass turned translucent, then white, until it was a piece of pure, polished quartz that glowed with a soft interior light.

Pale eyes stared back at me, so pale they were almost, looking the lens, through the paper, and straight into my soul. No skeleton face. Instead, he had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones and Nubian nose. He looked so... healthy. I flipped the single page. >>Name: St. Claire, Azrael Atlas. >>Charges: First-degree murder (one), second-degree murder (four counts), charges pending in three additional jurisdictions. >>IQ: 162 >> Risk Assessment: EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. DO NOT ENGAGE IN PERSON. I kept reading. Childhood abuse. First kill at eight. An underground empire built in secrets. Then the part that made my stomach turn. A journalist found exsanguinated. Drained over three days. He’d kept the ma

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.

Especially now the company's finances are limping under Helen's reckless spending. But Helen moved closer, voice sharp like she was competing with someone invincible. "Ben. Raise your paddle." He looked at her. "Why? that is Audrey's fragrance." "That's the point!." Her lips curled. "Show her that she can't break you." Benjamin looked away. "At this point, I don't really care." " Yes you do," she snapped. "Everyone including the blind can see it." Across the hall, Noah Lawson, the richest person present in the room— a billionaire and an investor— lifted his paddle effortlessly.

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.

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

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.

Ezra growled. Orion glanced at him. “Dorian was hit first, but before I could react, I was hit too. That’s all I remember.” “It has to be him,” Ezra hissed. “I want a list of all Obsidian’s hideouts. You know where that is, don’t you?” Pursing my lips, I stared at him for a few seconds before I answered. “What does that have to do with—?” “Obsidian’s unstable!” Ezra yelled. “He—”

she hesitated but her voice betrayed her. Hello little mate, my voice came out rough. A mixture of Kael and me. My lips brushed her ear, hot and teasing. “I had missed you mate. I could smell her arousal as she reacted to my touch. I brushed my hand along her thigh, my mind fueled with lust and the need to satisfy it “Forgive my manners, my queen, “I said, my voice roughened by desire and instinct. “My name is Obsidian… and I am Kael’s wolf…. “I muttered, letting her know my name as she does Kael’s