Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

Obsidian did not look like the kind of place you simply stumbled into. From the outside, it was subtle to the point of being invisible to anyone who didn’t know what they were looking for. A narrow black frontage between two towering buildings on a quiet New York street that hummed softly with distant traffic. No giant sign screaming its name. No neon promise of excess. Just a matte obsidian door, tall and heavy, with a thin strip of warm light slicing underneath it like a secret.

I always have my way around,it was an easy one to get the blueprint of her keys. I had sneaked into her room when she went to meet Ella. Her scent enveloped me as I entered the spacious room and my eyes roamed the road taking in the things that occupied the space. Her rumpled bed,an unfinished painting of a fearful lady. My eyes left the painting and landed on the books littered on her table. I picked up one of the books, “How to protect yourself,” I read,my voice piercing the silence in the room. I flipped through the pages and saw the techniques for physical protection. “You don't need any other protection, little one. I am your Protection.” I growled as I dropped the book back on the tabl

~Caelum The fires had long died out. Obsidian, once a city cloaked in cruelty and fear, now lay open beneath the sun, stripped of its armor, trembling in its rebirth. It was quiet now. Almost too quiet. The kind of silence that came after storms—not peace, just the exhausted pause before the next storm remembered it had somewhere to be. And yet, we were rebuilding.

"We have faced many challenges, many adversaries. What makes you think you can deter us?" Obsidian chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Because, dear Seraphina, I am not an external force. I am born from within each of you, from the seeds of doubt you've buried deep inside. As the twin suns rise, so do I." Liora, her staff glowing defiantly, retorted, "We've faced our inner demons before. We've grown, learned, and emerged stronger." "But have you truly?" Obsidian whispered, drifting closer to her. "Liora, the one who always feels overshadowed, always in the background. Do you not wish to be seen, to be acknowledged?"

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

The Spire of Obsidian With its angular shape piercing the amber haze of the desert, the Obsidian Spire rose above the horizon like a sinister sentry. Standing at the edge of a rocky outcrop, Zara, Elara, and their newest friend, Lyra, looked towards their objective. The polished black stone glinted menacingly in the waning light, and it towered unnaturally tall. "That's it," Zara whispered. Her heart thumped uneasily, but she spoke steadily.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

The dimly lit interior of the restaurant faded behind her, and the reality of the night surrounded her in its starkness. Her footsteps echoed against the cold pavement as she hurried toward the parking lot located just below the restaurant. Her car, a sanctuary that promised solace and escape, awaited her patiently at the edge of the parking lot. But her emotional turmoil kept her oblivious to her surroundings, narrowing her focus and numbing her senses. Approaching the edge of the parking lot, Juniper's gaze remained fixed solely on her car, her sanctuary. In her final desperate sprint toward the vehicle, a car suddenly zoomed past her, its headlights illuminating her trembling form for a f