Obsidian Alpha Book Novels & Stories

At dawn an Ironclaw Alpha burst through the forest, faster than anything Eyrix had seen. He moved with brutal intent, armor scorched, eyes wild, scent thick with dominance and old blood. Before Ryder could turn, before Eyrix could raise a hand, iron-hard fingers closed around Eyrix’s throat. Eyrix’s back slammed into a broken pillar, stone cracking beneath the force. The Alpha lifted him effortlessly, boots leaving the ground. “There you are,” the Alpha snarled, breathing hot against Eyrix’s face. His lips peeled back in a smile full of teeth. “Veilblood filth.”

When that is being resolved then I strike. I'm sure Darius would forgive me when I propose this amazing offer to him, he'll finally become an Alpha, a leader. This is the day I'd been waiting for and I must say that the spirits are in my favour this season and I'm immensely grateful, this was such a good way to reward their humble servant.

They’re all familiar with the story. Luna nodded, “A replacement is not yet needed.” “But why Jared? Aside from the original twelve packs, there are many existing ones already.” Clyde raised an eyebrow. “It’s nothing more than his destiny to become an alpha. He would do well in battle and he would lead others to victory.” Another silence. “When can you tell us more about this battle you mentioned?” Alex tried not to sound accusatory or demanding. He controlled his tone well. “I don’t need to. You’ve had recent attacks. Other packs will also experience them. Some already did. A response is needed.”

My father, the former Alpha to the pack that was now no more than ash, had drilled that into me at a young age. Having scoured the shelves, I finally found the book I was looking for. A thick volume titled "The History of the Spring Lake Pack." It contained detailed accounts of the pack's formation, important events, past Alphas, and much more. I settled into a corner with the book, losing myself in the rich history of Arabella’s pack. As I read, I was filled with a sense of awe and respect. The Spring Lake Pack had endured hardships, faced enemies, and celebrated victories. Each Alpha had left their mark, shaping the pack into what it was today. Now, Arabella and I would be tasked with cont

Alpha said. He turned slightly toward me and offered his outstretched hand and I grabbed it without hesitation. I looked up at him, but he wasn’t focused on me, he was staring out across the table. When I stood on my feet, I averted my eyes and bowed my head slightly. Almost everyone at the table returned the gesture before Alpha pulled me toward the door. I knew I shouldn’t, but my heart wouldn’t listen, and so my body didn’t either. I turned and glanced over my shoulder one more time at my mate before my back was turned completely. It was like a sip of fresh air before I faced the door. With each step I took, my feet grew heavier the farther I got from him. Obsidian eyes followed me out. B

she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I snapped in surprise. “I was reading that.” “Studying can wait,” Seraphina replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumours that David is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leapt up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Seraphina clearly didn’t like my response, because she stomped her foot on the ground angrily.

The obsidian cliffs of the Mediterranean weren't just crumbling; they were being De-allocated. As Lucian chanted from the height of the ridge, the very ground beneath our feet lost its texture, turning into a flat, grey wireframe that offered no traction. The violet pillar of his "Legacy Archive" roared, a sound like a thousand ancient scrolls being torn at once. But the real threat wasn't the collapsing world—it was the Proto-Alpha. The beast was a nightmare of unformatted energy, a massive wolf made of raw, pulsing Ley Line power that pre-dated the existence of fur or bone. It didn't growl; it emitted a Primal Frequency that threatened to shatter my golden HUD.

I demanded as I pointed at it angrily. “Alpha, this is the only thing we could find that holds information about an Almega.” Almega, according to the book, is what an offspring of an Alpha and an Omega is called. “It’s a forbidden book and all copies of this was burned many years ago. This is the only book that was left, it took us years to learn about this book’s existence and to even have a copy of it,” Alek explained as he carefully fixed the book together. “That book!” I growled. “That book is filled with lies, no wonder why they wanted to burn it!”

“A moment where you will have to choose between your heart loyalty and survival.” I frowned.“I do not understand.” She stepped closer to me. Then she said the words that made my entire body freeze. “There will come a time when you may have to eliminate the Triarch Alphas of Obsidian Veil.” My breath caught in my throat.“What the fuck?” Her voice did not change. “You may be forced to destroy the very men who claim you as theirs.” My heart started beating harder.“That is insane,” I said quickly. “There is no way something like that would ever happen.”

They would not answer my call should there be a need again. This war was the end. Alexander Black would be recorded in history as the Last Alpha King, just as Rosalie had warned. It was now up to our young ones to welcome in the new age. Kneeling to the ground, I pull out a long-handled blade from its holster, and bringing down the gleaming weapon in a large ark and plunge it into the neck of the man who had come for what was mine. An audible crunch echoing around the field with a sickening volume. It was like music to my ears. The blade had sliced through the neck bones with ease, and Xaviers head pulled free from the rest of his body with a pop.