Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe) Book 1: Tryss (In Progress) Book 2: Reya (In Progress) Book 3: Raven (In Progress)

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

He was becoming less of a little boy and more of a force of nature, one that was deeply, personally connected to every living thing. After two days of hard travel, they saw it. The Obsidian Spire. It was a mountain, but unlike any other. It was a single, jagged shard of pure black stone that stabbed into the sky, so high its peak was lost in the clouds. It didn't reflect the light; it seemed to absorb it, creating a pocket of twilight at its base. The air around it hummed with a low, powerful frequency that made Liora’s teeth ache. “The stories say it is a piece of the first night,” Ashiel said, his voice hushed. “A fragment of the darkness that existed before the gods made the stars. It rej

Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open. For above five seconds after, he studied the time table like it was the map to treasure Island. “‘Werewolf’, that's the name of the subject.” He fell silent for a while and studied the paper in his hands for even longer than he had the first time. “It's a new subject which we've never been taught. After that, we'll have geography.” They all fell silent as they remembered the old geography teacher, professor Ericson. If one thing was certain, it was that as long as the three of them existed, none was going to forget him.

They were black and empty. I have seen those eyes before but where?

It was inert now, its power cells drained and recycled, a museum piece of a forgotten war. Next to it sat a small, handwritten journal. It wasn't a ledger or a codebook; it was a record of the people they had lost. Arthur Thorne. Alana Thorne. Cassian Voss. And Julian. Elias opened the final page, where she had written her own conclusion to the Thorne legacy. The Obsidian Proxy was never a person, she had written. It was a transition. We were the bridge between the age of secrets and the age of accountability. We had to be the most dangerous people on Earth so that, eventually, no one would have to be dangerous again.

It was already noon and Rose had long ago finished eating and was now in her room waiting for Mr. Evidence. She had called his number it rang but no one was picking up. She didn't want to knock on his door because she believed that if he wanted to see her, he will come to meet her in her room. She laid on her bed as she browse through the internet, searching for any new news about the ongoing economy and the situation of the country. After browsing through the internet, she got tired and decided to do something different. She stood from her bed and moved around the room to see if she could see anything to keep her busy even if it's a game. She didn't mind playing it alone. She walked towards

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.