Gilbert Von Obsidian Novels & Stories

“That’s right. I admire you. Adrian... Indeed, you’re the best chess piece in his hands.” “But I am not the most important chess piece, isn’t it?” Adrian sneered and said, “Gilbert is dead. He trusted me a lot and passed everything to me. This is our bargaining chip to fight against Alaric and Rafferty.” “Gilbert is dead, are you not sad at all?” Rose asked profoundly and gave a deep look. “Of course, even if I was acting, I would still be sad. Besides, Gilbert treated me so well.” Adrian sneered. “But the mastermind had such a high expectation of me, and I should not let him down, isn’t it?”

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."

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

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.

And then, his eyes landed on Gilbert who was standing a few feet away, wearing a smug smile, holding the blood-stained metal in his hand. "Well, well, well…" Gilbert shook his head. "The mighty Damien actually came running because of a girl. Or maybe… because of a baby?" Damien’s eyes narrowed. He straightened slowly, wiping the blood from his face with the back of his hand. "Gilbert," he said in a voice so calm it made the men there shift nervously, including Nicolas who just walked in. Gilbert tilted his head mockingly. "You should’ve stayed away, if possible, killed yourself. Now you’ll watch me take everything from you and still kill you and this bitch you’re obsessed with."

[“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

He nodded with satisfactions, "They all looked better than the original. Send the files to me, and I will email Faithful Gold Enterprise CEO." The CEO of Faithful Gold Enterprise was Jin Qi-Long. She had about four different revisions of the original and the one she had redesigned entirely. As told, Wang Yi-An sent all the designs to Jin Qi-Long. Out on a date with a random girl he met at a nightclub, he took out his cell phone to peek at it as it rang once for a notification pop-up. Jin Qi-Long was busy enjoying his time with a hot lady beside him as he opened the message to see who it was. He liked the new designs Wang Yi-An made for him, so he messaged Yang Tian-Xu. “Your artist is outsta