Shay Obsidian Novels & Stories

A wave of submission ripples outward in every direction until the horizon bends with it. One steps forward. He is larger than the rest. Crowned in jagged obsidian that grows from his skull like a shattered halo. He lowers himself to one knee. “Obsidian-born,” he says, voice like mountains grinding together. “You have returned.” Returned, not arrived. A tremor moves through me. I rise slowly to my feet. The shadow around my body no longer writhes. It settles and obeys. In the distance, lightning splits the sky, illuminating towering citadels carved directly from black crystal.

“They were meant to keep intruders out.” “Or perhaps to keep something in,” she replied, her tone laced with foreboding. Mason grunted as he examined the entrance. “Let’s hope it’s the former.” With a deep breath, we stepped inside, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else… something ancient. And as we ventured deeper, the shadows seemed to press in on us, an almost tangible weight. Finally, we reached the heart of the crypt. There, on a pedestal, lay a shard of obsidian, dark as midnight, pulsing with a faint, otherworldly glow. The Obsidian Tear.

I held back the tears, no one had ever adored me like that. "They are nebulous eyes so dark that all celestial bodies must be trapped in the universe behind your eyes. They are obsidian and jet, they are home and safe. They are beautiful, just like all of you." I whispered as she helped me pull off the shirt over my head. My hands trembled slowly and Shayla caught them in hers, guiding them to her chest, as she whispered,"Touch me."

Staring after the woman as she turned slowly. Only as Sandra began to shrink from the doorframe did Blue collapse into a small, orange heap. Cheek throbbing where it had been clawed at by glass. Warm as she surrendered to silent tears. Throat swollen shut. Stomach seized tense with muffled sobs. And as she yelled, she screamed the words with the savage call she’d thus far done well to quiet. “You lot and your fucking money!” —

I sink lower, eyes closing for just a second. When I open them again, Leon is still standing there watching me. Jaw locked and working, that same terrifying focus that never seems to dissipate. His shirt strains across his chest as he heaves in breathes. Dark tattoos disappear beneath rolled sleeves. And lower… His cock tents visibly against his slacks now. Huge and mouth wateringly thick, my face burns when I realise I’m staring, I flick my eyes back to the water. A slow dangerous grin spreads across his mouth. “You keep looking at me like that, Bunny” he says softly, “and I’m gonna stop behaving myself.”

Isang dambuhalang pinto na gawa sa puting obsidian—isang materyal na hindi matatagpuan sa kahit anong periodic table ng tao—ang dahan-dahang bumukas mula sa ilalim ng libu-libong toneladang alikabok ng buwan. ​"Hindi ko alam na may ganito rito ang mga Hohenberg," bulong ni Xander, habang hawak ang kanyang Phase-Shift Blade. Ang kanyang mga mata, ang mga mata ng isang "Wolf," ay matalas na nagmamasid sa dilim.

"Jordan's bringing him along." The paperwork for Silver Obsidian had been a bit of a headache and had eaten up some time. However, it had turned out to be just enough of a delay for the geologist to arrive. As the sun had dipped lower, painting the sea a deeper shade of blue, the speedboat finally pulled up to the shore. Silver Obsidian had a new shackle clamped around his leg, a way to keep him in check.

I replied, my eyes fell on the box Zemia had gifted me. “Are you okay Luna!.” Liam asked and sat at the same couch Zemia had sat on. I stared at him, he was good looking but Zemia was…. he was different. He is fascinating. Zemia has blue diamond-like eyes with something like fireflies flapping its wings inside it. I shocked my head when I realized I was fantasising about a man I just met, what’s up with me and men lately. First I met Marshal, my good Samaritan , Aiden the man of many dreams and now Zemia the sexy Demon.

he said through clenched teeth. My eyes darted to Chance. His veins protruded from his neck, his skin flushed red and would soon turn purple with the lack of oxygen. Shane’s claws extended and slowly dug into his flesh. I did the only thing that could distract Shane long enough to stop him from finishing him. I slid in front of him, turned my back on Chance, and rested my palms on his chest. Obsidian found brown eyes. Intrigue and suspicion stared back. “Obedience. I’ll do—”

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,