Obsidian Alpha Novels & Stories

The Alpha let out a long, slow exhale, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. "Well done, Vanguard One," Killian rumbled, a fierce, overwhelming pride warming his tone. "Hold the peak. Build the temple." We had established the first anchor. The Obsidian Bloom's breath was finally being regulated, distributed safely across the tectonic grid. "One down," I whispered, looking at the digital map as my eyes drifted toward the South American continent, where a second violet vortex was aggressively gathering. "Now we just have to hope Toby remembers how to catch."

He says, taking a swig of his beer bottle. The Obsidian Teardrop - a gem given to our first Alpha by the Werewolf God, Xamnir, and hidden in a vault only Kai and his Luna, Caterina, can enter. This gem is the reason our father faked his own death, turned his back on his family and the sole reason this war has started. Apparently, the Alpha in possession of the Teardrop can demolish the entire Volkov bloodline and create a new one borne with Xamnir’s gifts. “So that’s it then? What he wants to speak with us about?”

Not the Alphas. Not even me. He climbs the steps to the podium, takes the space like it belongs to him, then finally turns around to face everyone. “My sons are Alphas,” he announces, his voice loud, cold, absolute. “Alphas of Obsidian Veil.” A murmur ripples through the crowd. “They will not share one woman,” he continues. “And certainly not a human woman.” My chest tightens painfully. “And not only that,” Sebastian adds, his gaze snapping to me now, sharp and merciless, “that woman there—”

The obsidian glass shattered completely, and the tree began to glow with a brilliant, golden light. The First Alpha’s legacy was waking up. And it was angry.

I was an Alpha, destined to lead and I would not be swayed by my urges, no matter how intoxicating her scent was. "That won't be necessary," I said finally, my voice deadly. "I can handle it."

I know it. I do not understand why he keeps asking me. He knows the answer will never be any different. "I will not betray her," I tell him. "You will tell us where she is," he insists. "You will speak." "I will never betray her," I reiterate. He strikes me. Hard. "Where is the girl?" he roars. But I will not give him what he wants. "I will defeat you," I tell him. "You cannot defeat me," he tells me. "I am the Alpha.

“What do you want from me? You proved yourself to be as violent as my dad, if not more…” The last sentence was such a blow to him, he couldn’t help but avert his face. “Shane,” he called. “Yes, A… Aiden?” The future alpha of the Black Shadow pack almost slipped. “An eraser would be appreciated,” he said simply, the fight leaving him. “Yes, alpha,” Shane nodded curtly at him and went to work. “What’s an eraser and what’s an alpha?” Karen then asked in a frightened tone. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her softly.

"Just tell me where Ivy is and I will let you live peacefully no more torment." Oh, I will torment him to death, he will beg me to spare his life. "Look Jason, I know you don’t like me and don’t think I’m being sympathetic about it cause I don’t like you either, and as for letting me live peacefully, you have no choice, you are the Alpha and what kind of an Alpha Will you be when people find out you killed me just because you thought I kidnapped your mate." He said taking a sip of wine "And by the way, I don’t have to kidnap Ivy or anyone to get what I want, I know enough about everything and I’m okay with it cause I know Ivy won’t be okay with it."

Two seconds was enough for Marcus to get behind it. He didn't have a blade suited for mechanical components, but he had Alpha hands and the jammer's counter-pulse had given him some preliminary intelligence about the obsidian construction — it wasn't brittle, but it had seams, and seams had load-bearing points, and load-bearing points could be addressed with sufficient force applied at the correct angle.

"I am Lyra Thorne, the Sovereign of the Obsidian. I accept the judgment of the ancestors. But the Alpha stays. He is the anchor for the Genesis." The warrior bowed his head, his bone-plate clanking against the floor. "The Vanguard follows the Star-Born. If the Sovereign commands the Alpha’s presence, the Alpha remains. But the Council’s ships are already over the Silver Peaks. They have detected the activation of the Sanctum." Silas felt the vibration in the ground before he heard the sound. A low-frequency hum, like a thousand bees, was rising from the earth.