Obsidian Alpha Novels & Stories

He just stood there in the dim pre-dawn light, hands relaxed at his sides, looking like he’d strolled out for a morning run instead of walking through an Anchor blast that dropped trained operatives to their knees. Jordan’s breath was still ragged against my chest. “Killian… wait.” “No. I’m Alpha here,” I said, voice hard. “You just watched my mate nearly pass out pushing back an entire invasion force, and now you’re standing like none of it touched you. Start talking. Who the hell are you and what do you want?”

"I’m a rogue now. If I cross into another Alpha’s territory without permission, they’ll kill me." Damon’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. In the dim light of the dashboard, his red irises seemed to glow. "Let them try," he said darkly. We drove in silence for twenty minutes. I watched the world blur past the tinted windows. We were climbing higher, winding up the mountain roads that overlooked the city of Obsidian. This was a wealthy district. The place where the Pack Alphas and the human billionaires lived. We turned onto a private driveway, passing through massive wrought-iron gates that were at least twenty feet high. They swung open automatically as we approached.

“Alpha.” She stepped forward, her eyes locked on me, daring me to refuse. Gideon frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “It’s a fantastic idea, Alpha,” I said quickly. “Scarlett and I are old friends.” He looked at me, confused. I could tell he knew I was lying, but after a moment, he nodded. “If that’s what you want,” he said. “Go ahead.” He turned away, walking off with his Beta to supervise the rest of the field.

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the carpet, but the warmth of the sun did not reach the space between the two men. Alpha Orion of Obsidian sat to the left, his massive frame somehow contained within the carved wooden chair. His dark skin seemed to absorb the light, and his eyes were steady, patient, unreadable. He had the bearing of a man who had been wronged and was willing to wait for justice.

Though I still wasn’t sure how she managed it. “Alpha the border is secure. No Blood Moon wolves are lingering. Whatever the scouts came for they either got the information they wanted or…” “Or this was a distraction. FUCK!” I roared before closing the mind link. There was no such thing as coincidences, Alaric might be mad, but he wasn’t stupid.

Lila repeated, but not in a question-like manner, she was so confused about what it was, but doesn't want an explanation least she becomes more confused. "Yes, realm". He repeated. "Okay" "We also don't have moon berries over there, if we do then I haven't heard about it". He stole a glance at her and looked away almost immediately. "I told you to tell me about earth, not compare earth to Axlaxia" Rem said.

"How about this—we trade? I tell you the mess I came to talk about, and then you tell me what’s really going on with you. Deal?" I gave a small nod, the kind that feels like the only movement I could manage. From the pocket of her coat, she pulled out a folded sheet of paper. "Look at this," she said, unfolding it and holding it out. A printed face stared back at me—sharp jawline, intense eyes, dark hair. Even in black and white, he looked like he could command a room without saying a word. "This gorgeous bastard," she began dryly, "is Alpha Kael. The ruthless Alpha of the Obsidian Pack. He's been circling us for a month now, threatening our borders. And now... he sent this."

Albena Lyall Obsidian, or Whitee as she was known for the pure, unblemished white furs of her wolf, had been thought dead for years. She was the daughter and only offspring of Lysandra and Magnus Obsidian, two powerful figures within the Obsidian pack. That was, until they were brutally murdered by rogues who attacked their pack, burning their home to the ground along with it. Everyone believed that the entire Obsidian family perished that day, their legacy wiped out in the flames. But now, the woman in my private suite, carries a star-shaped imprint on her inner thigh—the very mark that only the Alpha family of the Obsidian pack wore.

She said. Angelo looked at her and nodded then he looked at me and I knew he was going to do as I asked, without even fighting it. "I, Angelo SilverMoon, Alpha of the SilverMoon pack, reject Maliya Snow Carter, as my mate. Let every bond be broken, every vow be broken, and sever whatever ties might be left between us."