Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

Obsidian was the one member who had suffered abuse and the only one who had survived through it that had joined the pride. “Why?” Obsidian asked. “Why me?” I walked over to him and stopped in front of him. My eyes darted over his face, then down to his healing knuckles. “Because you know how to be… invisible.” Giving him a smirk, I spun around and headed for the stairs. “Don’t kill anyone—not unless it’s someone who wants to hurt her,” I called over my shoulder. Ezra was waiting for me when I reached the top of the stairs. He straightened and glanced over my shoulder, his grin fading when he realized that Obsidian wasn’t following me.

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

Elara’s POV The air in the pack house had grown thick with the scent of blood and fear. I could hear the chaos outside — wolves howling in pain, the sickening sound of shadow creatures tearing through stone and flesh. The Obsidian Pack, the strongest in the region, was crumbling because of the darkness that lived inside me.

"Because I stopped being able to pretend the moment you mentioned silk." He turns and walks away before I can respond. I stand there in the mist, holding whatever he gave me, heart pounding. Back in my flat, I open it. A small book. Old. Leather-bound. The Silk Roads: A History of Lyon's Textile Trade. Inside the cover, handwritten: For Céline. Because your heritage deserves to be understood by someone who cares. —A. I sit on my bed, book in my hands, and realise with absolute certainty:

Lisa continued to watch the video despite my obvious discomfort with the scene currently playing on the screen. “No, but I get bored when I am home so sometimes, I end up on the weird side of YouTube. Has that never happened to you? When you are like on YouTube for so long, you start watching recommended videos then all of a sudden, the videos recommended to you on YouTube slowly start changing into topics you would not normally watch or search for but you are in a zone, so you watch whatever comes up and before you know you are watching a bunch of Indian kids in the forest building a house out of clay.”

The quiet after victory is never truly quiet. It just waits for the next storm to whisper its name. Months had passed since the final battle at the cliffs. The beach house had become our sanctuary again. Hope was growing fast, her laughter filling the rooms like sunlight. Mia was thriving at college and coming home on weekends with stories that made us all smile. John and I had settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal. But the encrypted messages never stopped. They arrived like clockwork, always warning that the obsession had passed to a new generation.

Sebastian's arm around her tightened slightly, he was also controlling himself. "Stop the tears, Leah. Please stop" he half whispered. "I'll find a way out," he muttered. **** WANT A BONUS CHAPTER BY 9?? COMPLETE MY REQUIREMENTS AND I PROMISE TO DROP IT😘 *** WASHINGTON METROPOLITAN HIGH SCHOOL*** The students trooped into the class once it was their time for class. Lunch break was over. Jaime was in his seat, he didn't go for lunch, instead, he was reading his book.

, HYBRIDS, AND MY PRIDE OUE FIRST GENERATION TRIBRIDS , THE ROYAL AMETHYST CRYSTAL MOON PACK WAS UNJUSTLY, WITH CAUSE ATTACKED TWICE IN ONE DAY FIRST OUR NEW ERA’S FIRST 8 OUT OF 9 1ST GENERATION TRIBRIDS WERE ATTACKED IN BOARD DAYLIGHT AND KIDNAPPED BUT ROGUE WOLFS AND ROUGE WITCHES THEN BY NO COINCIDENCE , MY 1ST OF 2 TRUE MATES FROM THE GODDESS WAS ALSO KIDNAP ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY, OUR CHILDREN WERE RETURNED TO US WITH OUT A HAIR HARMED ON THEM BUT MY 1ST MATE YOUR CONSORT TO THE QUEEN BRYAN DRACO ALLEN WAS VIOLANTELY, HENIOUSLY TORTURED WITH SILVER WHIPS AND CHAINS LACED WITH WOLFBANE AS WELL AS BEAR TRANQULIZER, HE HAD SIVLER SHAVING ALL AROUND OUTER LINING OF HIS HEART TH

Meru swallowed hard, shutting his mouth and bowing slightly. Just then, footsteps approached. Caleb, Eric, and Emily appeared, luggage in tow, scanning the crowd for Ivana. “Ivana! Who’s this?” Caleb called, stopping in his tracks as he spotted her. “This is our employer,” Ivana said quickly, nodding toward Anubis, who remained perfectly still and unbothered. “He wants us to find an artifact.” Emily stood frozen, her mouth slightly open. She was clearly starstruck by the stranger’s sharp, unnatural beauty. Eric, ever the optimist, stepped forward with an extended hand. “Glad to have you on board, I guess?”