Novel & Cerita Shay Obsidian

she said. “It’s Obsidian Society,” Sebastien said confidently. “That’s what we are up against,” Zarah confirmed. “Sounds like a villain in an RPG game.” “Shut up,” Lyon and Tor told Kairo in unison. “We?” Shadow looked at Zarah. “Because the last time I spoke with your—” She groaned before she continued. “Boss, she didn’t want me getting involved because I’m emotionally compromised, and she wanted me to find proof before allowing me to kill humans. Us, I mean, because the moment these assholes—”

I look at his username. ObsidianShade. Well, ObsidianShade. I will take you up on that offer in a day or two. I close the browser and decide to give in for the night.

How can I let it go like this? The bastard who hurt her is going to be dead soon. Eventually, a week after, Brayden Marshall was beheaded by Prince Rhyker.

ALPHA DAMON. “What are you talking about?” Alpha Logan asks me. “After our last meeting, after we kicked Alpha Killian out of the council, he went back to moon shadow pack to complete what he started, he mined Obsidian. Now I sent some of my men down there to destroy his enterprise but he was still able to mine some before we got there, whether it's a huge amount or a smaller amount, I have no idea but Alpha Langley has informed me that Alpha Killian offered that Obsidian to the rogue king. Now, the rogue king might be dead but the Obsidian is no where to be found. Which means that somewhere out there, someone who hates this council has their hands on the one thing that can kill us.” I tell

“Don’t go out until your foot is completely healed. I don’t want any more scandals, especially not with you!” “Okay.” Having experienced a bad ending in my previous life, I will never have any illusions about him again. But he frowned, looking somehow dissatisfied, though I didn’t know why. On the way back, his phone rang. Gilbert turned on the speakerphone, and a delicate, sweet voice immediately came through: “Gilbert, I’m back. See you at the usual place.” It was his first love, Bessie, who had returned to the country. Upon hearing this, Gilbert’s face, usually as cold as a millennium of ice, instantly melted, like a lake of spring water thawing.

The object gleamed briefly in the dim light, cutting through the air with a whisper. A sharp hiss followed. The Rogue King’s laughter stopped abruptly. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his chest. There, lodged right between his ribs, was a jagged, black shard. He staggered back, staring at it in disbelief. “What… what have you done?” I took a step forward, eyes blazing. “Obsidian,*” I said, keeping my voice steady and calm, as excitement blazed behind my eyes. “The weakness of the undead.”

Vanessa's lipstick was still smeared across his collar. "I didn't think that." "Yeah? 'Cause that's EXACTLY how you act." My voice cracked, loud and sharp. Pudding paced at my feet, anxious. Shayne had that look again—the one he wore every time he blocked me, waiting for me to beg. Smug. Condescending. Like he still had me on a string. The Chat Feed popped off: [Shay's such a stubborn jerk. He's obsessed with Ley but pretending he's some cold-hearted bad boy.]

"I broke the obsidian shard in the Tundra. You have no ground here." "I don't need the Tundra," the shadow replied, stepping into the room. Wherever her bare feet touched the stone, the silver veins turned to black ash. "I am the part of you that Killian rejected. I am the shame your children were born into. As long as you remember the mud, I am eternal."

“You don’t get to decide what ‘anything’ means anymore. From now on, you owe me complete obedience. Every time I call, every time I message, you answer. You do exactly what I say. No questions. No hesitation.” Rebecca shook her head, tears falling faster. “Marcus, please… this isn’t fair. It was one time. I was alone. I…” He held up the phone again and let the video play on speaker. Her own moans filled the bedroom. “Fair doesn’t matter. What matters is that I have this and I can send it to your husband in one tap, or post it somewhere it will never disappear. Your choice is simple: obey me, or lose everything.” She covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking. Her body still felt war

I took a deep, silent breath, the air filling my lungs but doing nothing to warm the emptiness inside. “Understood, Director.” I turned, the file clutched in my hand. I walked out of the cold, silent office, leaving the city lights twinkling below. In three days, Elias Vance would be born, ready to walk into the life of Julian Thorne and tear it apart, brick by careful brick. The mission was all that mattered. Anything else—any crack in the armor, any momentary lapse of discipline—was unacceptable. I was Obsidian Proxy, and the destruction of Thorne Corp was now a foregone conclusion. The only variable was the emotional damage required to achieve it.