100 Novel(s) Related To Obsidian Alpha

The obsidian cliffs of the Mediterranean weren't just crumbling; they were being De-allocated. As Lucian chanted from the height of the ridge, the very ground beneath our feet lost its texture, turning into a flat, grey wireframe that offered no traction. The violet pillar of his "Legacy Archive" roared, a sound like a thousand ancient scrolls being torn at once. But the real threat wasn't the collapsing world—it was the Proto-Alpha. The beast was a nightmare of unformatted energy, a massive wolf made of raw, pulsing Ley Line power that pre-dated the existence of fur or bone. It didn't growl; it emitted a Primal Frequency that threatened to shatter my golden HUD.

“You’re mother?” “Also dead. Very dead.” I glance at my commanders, wondering what the fuck is going on. “What pack is this?” “Obsidian Temple.” Obsidian Temple was disbanded decades ago, by my own father. “Obsidian Temple?” I laugh. “That is a lie. I need to speak to whatever man is masquerading as the Alpha–” “I’m the Alpha,” she says coldly as she takes a step toward the gate, her fingers gripping the iron bars. “And this is my home. You’re trespassing on my lands.”

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

Melinda chimed in, "Yes, Luna Vanya. There's a lot of this obsidian in the mountains. Even we rogues won't pick it up, and your bidding makes Alpha Cliff waste five million dollars." I chuckled lightly, responding with disdain, "I think you're mistaken. I'm the one who wants to buy this obsidian. What does it have to do with Alpha Cliff?" Melinda blurted out without thinking, "But that's five million dollars..." At this moment, Derrick, not far away, sarcastically added, "But it's just five million. For us, it's like buying a toy, let alone for you, Vanya. Right?" I glanced at Theodore beside Derrick.

“You’re stupid for thinking you can joke with fire.” “Or maybe I just like testing my luck,” he shot back with a grin, swaggering over to the couch and dropping into it like he owned the place. His eyes darted to the files sprawled across the table. “Still drowning in numbers? Looks like your precious Obsidian Group is bleeding you dry.” I ignored the jab and asked flatly, “Why are you in my house?” Dave smirked. “Well, the almighty Alpha finally returned to his house in his pack after chasing after his love. I figured I should come welcome him home.”

There are thousands of omegas out there, willing to accept your proposal, just pick and fuck someone else and that's it. "You're right…" said the alpha in a calm voice. "There's just one little problem... I don't give a fucking shit, the other omegas, I want you, I like you and everything I like I get, even if I have to kill for it" His big brown eyes watched her without a spark of hesitation, which let her know he was too serious for his bad luck. Camila stood petrified, watching his countenance gradually darken, he moved closer to her, grabbed her waist and kissed her lips in a leisurely manner.

The Alpha of Obsidian, a monster whose name most never be mentioned even by the greatest Alpha, not even Enzo himself. Even if I was a trained assassin, I would fail. Many have attempted but not a single one returned. For how could one kill a man whose touch could burn a person from the inside? A touch that no person was immune to. This was no rumor because I had seen his handy work with my own two eyes.

"Not a territorial dispute,not a border conflict between two packs with overlapping claims. A coordinated campaign that has been building for over a decade with a single objective." "Obsidian Keep," said the Alpha at the far end. He was younger than I expected. Dark-skinned, sharp-eyed, with a jaw that looked like it had been set in permanent tension. His name was Felix. Alpha of Ironfang. "This fortress specifically," Zayden said. "Yes." "Why?" Asked by another Alpha. Broad and gray-haired. Aldous of Thornwall. "Obsidian is powerful but Ashmoor has the numbers to build comparable fortifications if territory is

"Just tell me where Ivy is and I will let you live peacefully no more torment." Oh, I will torment him to death, he will beg me to spare his life. "Look Jason, I know you don’t like me and don’t think I’m being sympathetic about it cause I don’t like you either, and as for letting me live peacefully, you have no choice, you are the Alpha and what kind of an Alpha Will you be when people find out you killed me just because you thought I kidnapped your mate." He said taking a sip of wine "And by the way, I don’t have to kidnap Ivy or anyone to get what I want, I know enough about everything and I’m okay with it cause I know Ivy won’t be okay with it."

These were questions for another time. I could see Alpha Jackson's eyes becoming intrigued with my scent and the way my body took on a mind of its own, in response to his close proximity. His sapphire blue was swirling with flicks of obsidian throughout them. As he inched closer and whispered in my ear, 'be late again and im going to have to punish you' and with that he was gone.

Omegas are beautiful creatures, and they deserve all our love and care. When Alex looked over at Boss, he saw that Boss was staring at his mate, but not in bad ways. As much as he knew that Boss was not a bad person and, lastly, not a bad Alpha, Alex didn't understand his behavior towards his mate. But Alex will ask him personally.

The letter informed Thorian that Draven had been removed from his position as Alpha of the Obsidian Pack following yesterday's events which had, in Kaelen's words, demonstrated a catastrophic failure of leadership and judgment. And that Kaelen Campbell was the new Alpha of Obsidian. I read that line twice. He was writing to inform the Moonveil Alpha that the previous agreements and communications from the Obsidian Pack were null and void under new leadership. He was also writing to formally request the return of Lyra Collins to Obsidian territory to face the consequences of her rejection and subsequent actions under pack law. And if Moonveil refused, he was prepared to bring the matter before the supernatural council. I set the letter down.

All I can do is pray silently that the nightmare will end as soon as possible. "First things first, Alpha Amon. We didn't come here to answer your questions. We're here to hear answers to our questions, straight from the source." The Elder sets down his glass and glares at me. "You have my full attention, Elder Mercury." "Two days ago, we received a report claiming that an Obsidian lives in this area. It calmed that the Obsidian isn't a part of this pack. Is that true? We assume that you, as the Alpha, would know." My gaze shifts to the voice I haven't heard before. Sitting in place of the old Nightcrawler is his son. I guess the old fart finally died.

I offered them all an awkward smile. I glanced away from them to look toward the driveway, expecting more cars. But, it appeared there were just the three today. The Alpha, Beta and Gamma of Obsidian Storm Pack, right here in front of me. Some of the most intimidating men in the country, apparently. And with those angry blue eyes still watching me with what felt like disgust, I was not about to disagree… “No time for pleasantries.” Alpha Carter barked. “We are here for a reason. Not to waste time.”

Victor’s voice came from the doorway. The old Alpha didn't walk; he prowled. Even with the silver in his hair, the weight of his presence made the air in the command center grow thin. He stopped beside his son, his eyes locked on the lunar spire. "It wasn't just noise, Papa," Malakai rasped. He reached out, his fingers brushing the violet energy leak from the console. "It was a heartbeat. The whole moon is an obsidian engine. It’s been sleeping for centuries, and now it’s waking up hungry. I tried to siphon the signal to jam it, but it nearly ripped the marrow out of my arms. It’s too pure. It’s the original White Alpha frequency, unrefined and absolute."

“The Obsidian Pack stands, and it will continue to stand. For her.” I almost clapped. Almost. Instead, I just smiled. The good little grieving noble Alpha that was completely blind to what’s coming. He didn’t know it yet, but the next grave the pack would dig… might just have his name on it.

"I'm sorry for making you do that, son. But I want you to know that everything I do, I only do it because I want what's best for us, especially for you." Lance took a huge, deep sigh. “I know that, Dad. But sometimes, I just wish we didn't have to bow down to alphas all the time. I mean, no matter what our genders are, at the end of the day, we are all still humans.” Raffy wished it were as easy as that. He didn't want them to bow down to alphas all the time, either. But it was so much easier said than done. Because in reality? Standing up for themselves would only put them more in danger.

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 them and immediately there are murmurs all around.

Usually, the Alpha parked his transport in the secluded underground obsidian den garage, but today he pulled directly into the upper, open-air lot in full view of the arriving packs. I pushed the heavy door open, stepping out onto the packed snow and waiting submissively to let him lead the way into the main building. Kaelen cast a sharp glance over his shoulder at me, and I squeezed out a small, polite smile. “Go ahead, Alpha. I’m not going to cause any trouble for your line.” “How would you know if my beast considers your presence a trouble?” he asked calmly, his eyes tracking the movement of the lower omegas walking toward the gates. “Unless, of course, you’re suddenly reading my mind?”

“Dev, please tone it down.” “I am getting tired of the stalemate. Alpha, Luna, what is your decision?” I waited impatiently for their response. “What about your fee?” Alpha Camden asked a bit more subdued. The surprise must have shown on my face. Alpha Devlin spoke up. “There is no fee for the assistance of the Midnight Sky Pack.” He put an arm around my shoulders. “We take care of our own.” His fingers glided against the side of my cheek in a display of his dominance over me.