Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

Just then, her minion grabbed Kayla from my side and held her strongly in place, I watched Kayla struggle to get out of the grips but they wouldn't let go. “If you don't follow us, your nerdy friend would suffer for it,” Jasmine muttere

Silky and dark. He was worthy of discussing beauty even in the presence of women and still held his own quite strongly when it came to men as well. The librarian, giggling and blushing, was not for nothing. He stared at her, and she did not know what to do with her hands. She fiddled through books and fished out a specific one. "Anyway, this is a new book. It came weeks ago. I think you'll love it." She handed it to him while avoiding his eyes.

This silence felt like a man stepping past the place where feeling could still slow his hand, into the colder arithmetic of what the full scope demanded. Kieran had infiltrated the edges of Obsidian through Liliana long before I ever arrived. The design was older than the treaty, older than the bond, older than the claim that had finally forced it into the light. And the man who had to answer that truth had gone so quiet that the absence of his anger had become the loudest thing in the room.

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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.

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.