Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

Books I had organized were shoved aside, my favorite chair replaced with something sleek and cold that screamed Liliana’s taste. “Serena?” Elias startled, nearly dropping the folders in his hands. The pack’s head treasurer looked exhausted, his eyes darting nervously toward the hallway. “You shouldn’t be here. What are you doing?” “I’m finishing my work, Elias.” My voice stayed steady. “Unless Caden’s decided I’m no longer entitled to my own documents. Or has he already handed everything over to his new Luna?”

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He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in quiet promises and whispered laughter, they held each other and dreamt of the future—of tiny socks, midnight feedings, and love that just kept multiplying. Because some fires, once lit, only burn brighter with time. Love, after all, isn’t just what survives the fire. It’s what rises from the ashes with its hands open, ready to build again—and again. The End.......or is it, you can help decide Book 2 and the new adventures.......leave mee lots of comments on where we want to see Alli and Johnny.

He grumbled. “Once again … I beg your pardon, Sir,” said the man beside Ansel. Ansel reopened his eyes. The flashbacks ended there. *** Qeiza spontaneously narrowed her eyes. The reflection of the sunlight on her sketch paper dazzled her eyes. She looked at the window while sheltering her eyes with her hands. The golden shine through the window glass indicated that the day crawled in the evening. Qeiza smiled slightly. The color of her heart when she glanced back at her works was as bright as the sunlight out there.

I stepped out only to stop dead in my tracks at what my eyes was seeing. The sight of glowing red and black obsidian eyes bustling around the empty field setting things up, set my nerves on fire. There wasn’t even this many of them at the funeral. I guess the quarter moon must be a very big deal for them than I thought. I stood there contemplating on how to question them on why they were on my land without me knowing when Kiara approached me. It calmed me a little to know that a familiar face was here. “River” she greeted coldly. She never calls me alpha.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

” Sofia rose from the table and went into the other room, “Follow me.” I rose and joined her in the next room, which was packed floor to ceiling with shelves of books. “I hate to see you stuck between your word and your destiny.” She said, cryptically, placing a few musty-smelling books in my arms. “Let’s postpone your decision until you’re more sure of your own mind, shall we? Take these, look them over. They will help you understand more of how to use your magic.” I looked at the titles of the books curiously. ‘Under a Full Moon’, ‘Selene the Blessed’, ‘To Ride A Wild Hunt’, and one enigmatic tome titled ‘Panacea Obscura”.