Gilbert Von Obsidian Novels & Stories

There, standing in the very center of the crater, was a statue. It was a man, caught in a moment of agonizing exertion, his hands fused into the metal of a mangled pipe. But it was not made of stone or bronze. It was composed of shimmering, indestructible obsidian, dark as a moonless night and harder than any steel Julian had ever touched. Every vein, every muscle, every jagged scale was perfectly preserved in a state of eternal transition. It was Kael—or what remained of him. Julian reached out, his trembling fingers brushing the cold, glassy surface. There was no warmth. No heartbeat. No hum of necrotic energy. Just a chilling, absolute stillness.

“Though, I am still wondering how the hell did the car get to the workshop, when we didn’t see a path to follow.” “It was definitely someone who has been to see Pierre before and was well acquitted with the area. Before he died, he mentioned something about how the dark one was always watching.” Dante frowned. “Don’t tell me you bought that nonsense he was spewing? What? Are we dealing with voodoo powers now?” “Maybe not voodoo,” I said. “Maybe he was someone that Pierre has never meant before. Dark one could just be a pseudonym.” “Hmm, that makes sense. He was probably dealing directly with the middle men, who work for this dark one.”

logan yelled her name because his previous question with silence,it was obvious Ruth wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. “I don't have appetite”. She replied nonchalantly and sighed. “Go pick it and eat it now!!”. Mr. Logan command,Ruth narrowed her eyes in surprise at her father's statement. “What??”. She couldn't help but ask. “I said go and pick the rib you discarded now!!”. He replied,his gruesome voice eoched. A smile curved at Rita's lips as the scene unfolds before her. “I have discarded it father”. Ruth replied,her voice barely above a whisper,she didn't expect her father to say such thing to her.

In fact, I didn't think I wanted him to stop. So, we continued like this for minutes; him feeding me slowly while looking at me intensely, like he was trying to read deep into my soul, and me trying my absolute best to look at anywhere but those gray orbs, until the whole sandwich finished. I could hear Mrs. Vee talking to Michelle and Eden behind us, and I suddenly felt relieved knowing that their attention was not on us. Slowly, as if approaching a panther, Gabriel used his thumb to wipe away some crumbs at the side of my lips, and that brief touch alone had my whole body heating up further.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

Gabriel's POV Dawning with the sun, I adhered to my morning routine before selecting a classic Armani black suit, a fitting choice as today marked my role as the guest of honor at the farewell party. The elegance of my attire was mirrored in my Rolex watch and black Brodie Oxford shoes. Descending the stairs, the dining room awaited, my morning repast served by a diligent maid. Completing my meal, I exited my home to the sight of my Black BMW X4, awaiting my presence. My chauffeur facilitated my entry, propelling us towards the school. Upon arrival, I exited the vehicle, traversing familiar grounds tinged with nostalgia. Suddenly, an unexpected collision occurred, a collision of bodies and e

He loomed over her, his expression ice cold. Is this how he claimed his victims. Is this how they crumpled and caved? Claiborne seemed to exert an invisible overwhelming pressure. She felt small, cornered, and overpowered. A small rodent in the clutches of a deadly viper. “No,” Edwina whispered. She let her gaze drop to his lips and breathed in his scent. Mint, bourbon, and a hint of the tea he had been served in the Blue Room. She wanted to lean forward and let that scent surround her, but with a burst of willpower, she dragged her eyes back to his and continued her rebellious glare.

I placed the bowl of grapes onto the kitchen island, popping a red grape into my mouth. Gunnar's eyes honed in on my lips, "You don't have to worry about Jericho. The cub likes you." "One: he scared the shit out of me this morning and two," I smirked, having a hundred percent certainty in my words, "you all like me but the Astor brothers are all too stubborn to admit it." I popped another grape into my mouth, sighing at the sweet fleshy taste.

“Arthur was right about one thing. You cannot run from this family. You cannot run from this legacy. And you certainly cannot run from me.” He raised a hand, and suddenly, alarms began to blare throughout the chamber—loud, shrieking sirens that hurt the ears. The blue light turned a violent, warning red. The hum of the machine rose to a deafening pitch. “Obsidian doesn’t just generate energy, my dear,” Lucius said calmly over the noise, as chaos erupted around us—Arthur shouting, Vincent backing away, Elvira looking terrified. “It amplifies it. It stores it. And when fully activated… it releases it. Not just to power cities. But to reshape them.”