Obsidian Alpha Novels & Stories

"I want the Alpha." Petra nodded slowly. "Then go get him. But Hailey?" "Yeah?" "Be careful. Alphas are possessive. Territorial. Once you're his, he won't let you go easily. And if this really is just revenge for you, if you don't actually want him for keeps... it could get messy." "It's already messy." "It could get messier." She was right, of course. But I was past the point of being careful. I arrived at the Alpha's house at exactly eight o'clock. It was a large cabin on the outskirts of the pack lands, surrounded by forest. Private. Isolated.

"Grayson, don't forget, you were the one who broke your oath to the Moon Goddess. You were the one who went back on your word. I didn't hit you out of jealousy or because I couldn't move on. I did it because you owe me." Raven clutched her face and cowered behind him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sobbed, "Grayson, she's lost it. She must've gone insane! You have to stand up for me." His expression darkened, his fists tightening until his knuckles cracked. Danger was radiating from every inch of him. Just then, Alpha Tristan's voice rang out from behind us. "That's enough!" Everyone turned to see him standing at the entrance to the garden, flanked by his Luna, Emily Cross, and several e

It was the type that made your skin crawl and your heart beat faster for no good reason. “You don’t give orders. Not now. Not ever.” Kade’s eyes, glowing like molten gold, locked onto Jamil’s. His stare burned, like he could see straight into him. “I’m the Alpha of the Bloodfang pack. What I say… is law.” He didn’t move. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was crushing. It filled the room, sucked out the air, and made the whole place feel colder. The temperature in the hall dropped. Jamil felt the chill creep into his bones.

“I should have figured, considering that Alpha Aldrich is after her.” “It’s always-” Alba begins before halting and raising her nose in the air; I do the same when the scent of the ocean halts my focus. My gaze turns to the Alpha’s frame behind her. he is next to the Lycan, and for some reason, he looks as if he has seen a ghost. “Oh, the men are here.” She finishes as she turns to the Lycan, but for some reason, I can't move. I have never seen such a look from the Alpha; I almost turn to check if there is someone behind me who draws the look from him.

"ARIA, run diagnostic on threat assessment algorithms. I want a full report on the batch 7-alpha anomalies by tomorrow afternoon." "Processing. Estimated completion time: fourteen hours, thirty-seven minutes."

Rumor had it that he’d traded his soul and emotions for power and strength, they said if you were unfortunate enough to look into his eyes, you’d be dead before the next moon cycle, your heart simply giving up from the terror of being seen by him. He was the perfect match for Clarissa. I couldn't wait for her to realize that being a Queen meant being trapped in a cage with a beast like Alpha Azrael. I hoped he’d look her right in the eyes on their wedding night. After all, what better gift for a stepmother like her than a thirty-day countdown to her own funeral? Man, I’d be so glad to see her gone. I packed the last of my belongings—my own orb, which was as dead and pale as my mother’s, even

The Alpha - Dad's best friend - arrived and sent pack warriors to look for Dad. Weeks after Dad's disappearance, rogues attacked the pack. The Alpha, Luna and a lot of pack members were killed. A lot of people blamed Dad saying he had partnered with the rogues after he left. I prayed really hard during those weeks for Dad to come back but he didn't. Rain slowly drifted away from me and our friendship slowly evaporated till there was nothing left of it. He blamed me for everything.

And though we aren’t particularly alpha material, a little to small, our build nothing matched to Theo or any other alpha around, Obsidian stands tall, his front paws on tippy toes as the wolf comes into view. There’s a stand off, the pair of them assessing who will strike first. Will it be this rogue wolf that seems much smaller in comparison to Obsidian or will we strike first to end their assent into our pack-lands? Obsidian starts a slow crawl from left to right, creating a barrier between himself and the land behind him and that throws the other wolf, he doesn’t follow our movement, merely standing still whilst assessing Obsidians choice of defending our land. And then he strikes, moves

Melinda chimed in, "Yes, Luna Vanya. There's a lot of this obsidian in the mountains. Even we rogues won't pick it up, and your bidding makes Alpha Cliff waste five million dollars." I chuckled lightly, responding with disdain, "I think you're mistaken. I'm the one who wants to buy this obsidian. What does it have to do with Alpha Cliff?" Melinda blurted out without thinking, "But that's five million dollars..." At this moment, Derrick, not far away, sarcastically added, "But it's just five million. For us, it's like buying a toy, let alone for you, Vanya. Right?" I glanced at Theodore beside Derrick.

Every sound—the chirp of insects, the snap of branches—felt amplified, as if the world was listening too. When I reached the old stone circle near the northern ridge, Elder Rowan was already there, waiting. His cloak fluttered around him like smoke. “You came,” he said, turning toward me. “I wasn’t sure you would.” “I had to,” I replied. “You don’t tell an Alpha his unborn child might destroy the balance of our world and expect him to sleep on it.” Rowan’s eyes gleamed beneath his hood. “You misunderstand, Alpha. I never said destroy. I said shift.”