Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

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Dakota POV I go back to my room. Every damn body thinks that I have lost my mind. This bitch has played me right into her stupid little game. Jade will not talk to me. I tried talking to Melanie, who I thought was on my side, but now she is having second thoughts. I mean, what the hell. All of these stupid bitches have fucked up my life. I cannot even go back to Tonya now because she is in bed with the damn chief of security for the resort where I work.

The mansion was unusually quiet as Leonardo sat in his study, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace. The tension from the docks still clung to him like a second skin, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something crucial. Matteo had assured him that everything was secure, but something about the entire situation gnawed at his instincts.

"The obsidian dagger?" she whispered, reading a section. "What is that?" Jason closed the book with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Probably just some old family story," he said casually, keeping his voice calm and steady. But he knew the obsidian dagger was real. It wasn't just a legend. And the fact that this family had a book about it was a major development.

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Albert Obsidian Hall wasn’t on any map, not the kind you could find in daylight. It lived beneath the city, beneath the lies and glitter, wrapped in velvet and sin. From the outside, it was just another warehouse by the docks, glass walls tinted so dark you couldn’t tell if the lights inside were candles or something more infernal. I had spent five days tracing the network of names and addresses from Emon’s notebooks, memorizing the codes, and weaving a story that would let me walk through the front door instead of sneaking through shadows.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

These were the same symbols on the stone! Without caution, I opened the chest. It was dusty and I couldn't help but cough. Inside, were a couple of leather-bound books. There was a writing on the first one. It was a language I didn't recognize. Yet, on it were two words that brought hope to me: 'Obsidian Wolves.' My heart hammered in my chest as I picked it up. I was going to find my answers in this book. As I tried to open the book, a booming voice echoed through the library. "What do you think you're doing?"

Aziz’s POV The obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors. My thoughts raced faster than my feet. White fur. White. How?