Gilbert Von Obsidian Novels & Stories

“Have you forgotten who founded Obsidian? A werewolf. The greatest hunter of all time, but humans continued his legacy, paying tribute to his success and sacrifices.” I breathed through my nose because he was right. “Aciano is my assignment. My target, even him, didn’t know I was one of the members, but he used the Obsidian name. Hence, it reached us. If someone like him wrecks havoc, it can expose us. That’s why he became our target. And I have something that keeps my cover intact.” “So you’re a double agent? Why don’t you just kill him and get it done.” “Let’s say we have a conflict of interest, but I’m still finding out who else is involved other than those idiots he recruited. He could b

"I am Gil. I am a hybrid Vampire. My father Michael Andy, Master of Vampires was killed by humans and werewolf. I had loved a girl truly from my heart, and she betrayed me. On the night of my wedding with Martha, I was attacked by someone and I had to jump on the sea. So I am here to take all those revenge. I am here for those revenge. I am going to step into a world where werewolves and humans are leaving in peace. So I am going there to destroy that peace and take my revenge. I am here to take the price." Gil pulled over near Eva's house and watched in the direction of the house for a long time. Many people were going inside the house like there was some sort of ceremony. But he felt somet

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.

Perhaps, a frat colleague? Panic surged through her. What if he told Donovan? Her heart pounded in her chest. Hilda noticed her reaction. "What's wrong?" she inquired, concerned. "It's Standfast," Boma whispered, subtly gesturing towards his direction so Hilda could see him. "He's one of Donovan's trusted right hands. You must have come across him." Hilda glanced over and saw him. "Yes" she confirmed. "But, listen, you should not still be this way by the end of the month, or all this is for nothing. Calm down."

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

I whimpered. “Shh,” he murmured, voice rough but surprisingly gentle. “It’ll go down soon. Just breathe through it.” His hand stroked down my side, soothing. Like he was calming a frightened animal. Maybe that’s what I was to him right now. I turned my head as much as I could. “What… what are you?” He went still. For a long moment, the only sound was our breathing and the distant hum of the city outside the heavy curtains. “I’m Kael Draven,” he finally said. “Alpha of the Obsidian Pack.”

POV: Neoma The crown of obsidian moved across the stone. It possessed a dry, hollow auditory texture. It had separated from Nergal’s head when the artificial energy leached from his cells. It struck the stone altar with a sharp, discordant ring—the sound of cheap, unpolished rock rather than a divine artifact. It spun on its rim in an irregular, rhythmic wobble. The vibration traveled through the floor and into the soles of my boots. Then came the final, mechanical click as it came to rest against my toe.

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

[“But, Sir,” “What is it?” The man on the other end of the line sounded hesitant. [“I can't reach that person to confirm whether Narsha has been placed at that location.”] Gilbert nodded. “You don't need to worry about that. She must be in chaos so she hasn't had time to report back. Just focus on your task.” [“Yes, I understand.”] After the call ended, Gilbert slowly sipped his wine. Then, with a sly smile, he muttered softly, “It's time for you to meet your predecessor, Dexter.”

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko