Obscur Novels & Stories

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.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

This is just insane. **********

The test read positive. What in the world? * * * To Be Continued.

She was going to chant an ancient incantation, for where the Umbragon lies dormant and since this incantation was for making it, she said it backward to resurrect it, "Exanimo Umbra, Noctis Obscura, Umbragon! Terrae umbra, Spiritus tenebrae, Umbragon! Arcanum adveho, In obscurum redde Umbragon!"

Lucian Moretti – POV The adjacent room was soundproofed, equipped with a single speaker that fed audio from my study and a one-way mirror made of polished obsidian. From my side, it was a window. From hers, a dark, impenetrable wall. A perfect metaphor.

The memory was a brand, searing her skin, leaving her breathless and desperate for more. He leaned in, the scent of smoke and something inde!nably him !lling her senses, his breath ghosting across her ear. The mournful twang of the steelguitar seemed to underscore the intimacy of the moment, a secret language only they understood in the crowded bar. "That's the thing about looking puttogether," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against her skin. His eyes, dark pools in the dim light, held a weight she couldn't quite decipher, a hidden depth that both in-trigued and frightened her. "Nobody ever asks what's broken under thehood."

More dangerous. And in his own room, Ronan stared at the red mark on his cheek in the mirror, a dark, satisfied smile curving his lips. One taste would never be enough. She was already his obsession, he smirked.

Aziz’s POV The obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors. My thoughts raced faster than my feet. White fur.

Claire shifted her claw back to her hand and slightly licked the blood off from the participant's locket that she got from the brunette's neck. "Either you win or win. Because a loser doesn’t deserve to live," Claire mumbled as a devilish smirk appeared on her face, looking at the corpse of the brunette.