Obscur Novels & Stories

Chapter 2️⃣0️⃣ ❤️ Something Dangerous ❤️ Liora's Chamber: Obsidian sighed deeply through their mind link, the sound carrying more weight than usual. “Please, believe me, master. I won't lie to you. Everything I say is the truth.” Liora rubbed her temple and leaned back against her pillows. “I only believe what my eyes can see, Obsidian. Not mere talks. Not hearsay." “I’m not making this up,” obsidian said gently. “If you let me, I can show you what I see, what I feel from her. Just a glimpse. It’ll be enough.”

Daniel seemed to be holding himself back, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Gina with a fiery intensity. Gina interrupted him midway, cutting him off with her sharp words. Daniel's anger boiled over. "Get out of my way!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room, leaving Gina standing there, furious and frustrated. Meanwhile, Laura was silently sobbing in her room, heartbroken over the fact that the man she loved had chosen another. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of her feelings when suddenly, she realized that she was obsessed with Harold. She couldn't believe how much she had fallen for him, especially since she had been so blind to her own f

The candle on the desk was about to go off, its flame shaking like a frightened secret. Shadows trembled along the walls, and right in front of me was the letter. Sealed, with the symbol of a serpent curling around the rose . The wax had cracked under my fingers, but I hadn't opened it yet. Somehow it felt like it was waiting for breath to wake it as I laid on my palms. My heart rumpled as I tried to open it. Then.... "Audrey!"

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.

I looked at her, at the desperation in her eyes, the obsession that had turned her into something monstrous. She was willing to burn the whole school down just to possess a boy who didn't even want to look at her. She was the embodiment of why this school was nicknamed "Pervy Mthland." It wasn't just about the boys; it was about the twisted, obsessive games people played with each other's lives.

⸻ The technician cleared his throat carefully. “There’s more on the file.” ⸻ Damien looked over. ⸻ “Open it.” ⸻ The technician clicked. ⸻ A profile expanded across the screen. ⸻ Name: Elias Voss Status: Active Known Affiliations: Restricted Access Security Level: Internal Clearance Required ⸻ Damien’s eyes narrowed. ⸻ “Restricted by who?” ⸻ The technician hesitated. ⸻ “Your system isn’t blocking it.” ⸻

He was a very fine man, and I was not blind. No, I was cursed with sight, cursed with the ability to see every sharp angle of his jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his broad chest. And that realization unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. For a brief moment, something flickered beneath his usual self-assured mask, something almost vulnerable, but it was gone before I could dissect it. "Fine," I muttered, barely above a whisper. "But don’t think this means you’ve won. I’m still going to make your life miserable."

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.

“He is.” Daniel glanced at Damien. A glance I was not supposed to clock but did because I had spent four weeks learning to notice things in this particular orbit and my observational skills were at this point basically a reflex. Damien was expressionless. Hands around his water glass. Facing slightly left of centre, the particular angle he used when he was listening to a table, reading it through sound and air and whatever internal system he had built over three years of not being able to see. “Damien tells me you caught the Mercer liability clause,” Daniel said.

He stayed buried deep until he finished. Each session ended the same way. Marcus always came inside her. He whispered about breeding her every time. Rebecca's body started to crave it. Even after he left, she felt empty without his cum. In quiet moments alone, she touched herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit while she remembered his thrusts. The guilt sat heavy in her chest, but the addiction grew stronger. She hid it from everyone.