Obsidian Alpha Novels & Stories

The letter informed Thorian that Draven had been removed from his position as Alpha of the Obsidian Pack following yesterday's events which had, in Kaelen's words, demonstrated a catastrophic failure of leadership and judgment. And that Kaelen Campbell was the new Alpha of Obsidian. I read that line twice. He was writing to inform the Moonveil Alpha that the previous agreements and communications from the Obsidian Pack were null and void under new leadership. He was also writing to formally request the return of Lyra Collins to Obsidian territory to face the consequences of her rejection and subsequent actions under pack law. And if Moonveil refused, he was prepared to bring the matter befor

All I can do is pray silently that the nightmare will end as soon as possible. "First things first, Alpha Amon. We didn't come here to answer your questions. We're here to hear answers to our questions, straight from the source." The Elder sets down his glass and glares at me. "You have my full attention, Elder Mercury." "Two days ago, we received a report claiming that an Obsidian lives in this area. It calmed that the Obsidian isn't a part of this pack. Is that true? We assume that you, as the Alpha, would know." My gaze shifts to the voice I haven't heard before. Sitting in place of the old Nightcrawler is his son. I guess the old fart finally died.

I offered them all an awkward smile. I glanced away from them to look toward the driveway, expecting more cars. But, it appeared there were just the three today. The Alpha, Beta and Gamma of Obsidian Storm Pack, right here in front of me. Some of the most intimidating men in the country, apparently. And with those angry blue eyes still watching me with what felt like disgust, I was not about to disagree… “No time for pleasantries.” Alpha Carter barked. “We are here for a reason. Not to waste time.”

Victor’s voice came from the doorway. The old Alpha didn't walk; he prowled. Even with the silver in his hair, the weight of his presence made the air in the command center grow thin. He stopped beside his son, his eyes locked on the lunar spire. "It wasn't just noise, Papa," Malakai rasped. He reached out, his fingers brushing the violet energy leak from the console. "It was a heartbeat. The whole moon is an obsidian engine. It’s been sleeping for centuries, and now it’s waking up hungry. I tried to siphon the signal to jam it, but it nearly ripped the marrow out of my arms. It’s too pure. It’s the original White Alpha frequency, unrefined and absolute."

“The Obsidian Pack stands, and it will continue to stand. For her.” I almost clapped. Almost. Instead, I just smiled. The good little grieving noble Alpha that was completely blind to what’s coming. He didn’t know it yet, but the next grave the pack would dig… might just have his name on it.

"I'm sorry for making you do that, son. But I want you to know that everything I do, I only do it because I want what's best for us, especially for you." Lance took a huge, deep sigh. “I know that, Dad. But sometimes, I just wish we didn't have to bow down to alphas all the time. I mean, no matter what our genders are, at the end of the day, we are all still humans.” Raffy wished it were as easy as that. He didn't want them to bow down to alphas all the time, either. But it was so much easier said than done. Because in reality? Standing up for themselves would only put them more in danger.

ALPHA DAMON. “What are you talking about?” Alpha Logan asks me. “After our last meeting, after we kicked Alpha Killian out of the council, he went back to moon shadow pack to complete what he started, he mined Obsidian. Now I sent some of my men down there to destroy his enterprise but he was still able to mine some before we got there, whether it's a huge amount or a smaller amount, I have no idea but Alpha Langley has informed me that Alpha Killian offered that Obsidian to the rogue king. Now, the rogue king might be dead but the Obsidian is no where to be found. Which means that somewhere out there, someone who hates this council has their hands on the one thing that can kill us.” I tell

Usually, the Alpha parked his transport in the secluded underground obsidian den garage, but today he pulled directly into the upper, open-air lot in full view of the arriving packs. I pushed the heavy door open, stepping out onto the packed snow and waiting submissively to let him lead the way into the main building. Kaelen cast a sharp glance over his shoulder at me, and I squeezed out a small, polite smile. “Go ahead, Alpha. I’m not going to cause any trouble for your line.” “How would you know if my beast considers your presence a trouble?” he asked calmly, his eyes tracking the movement of the lower omegas walking toward the gates. “Unless, of course, you’re suddenly reading my mind?”

“Dev, please tone it down.” “I am getting tired of the stalemate. Alpha, Luna, what is your decision?” I waited impatiently for their response. “What about your fee?” Alpha Camden asked a bit more subdued. The surprise must have shown on my face. Alpha Devlin spoke up. “There is no fee for the assistance of the Midnight Sky Pack.” He put an arm around my shoulders. “We take care of our own.” His fingers glided against the side of my cheek in a display of his dominance over me.

Adhara asks disappointed. “Yes, I am an alpha.” “Stop the car, I'm going to get out.” Adhara orders, slurring her words. “I haven't started the car yet.” says the alpha and she makes an o with her mouth. “Best, goodbye.” Adhara says ready to leave. “Why are you leaving now?” “Alphas are very complicated and what I want is the opposite. So, we'd better not get involved. After all, I am an omega who wants to be free and I would never be free by connecting with an alpha.”