Onyx And Obsidian Novels & Stories

I’m about to enter a blood bond with another vampire lord. But my partner of a century, Kaelan, has no idea. He’s too busy getting cozy with his new human assistant, Sylvia. They spend entire nights in his office, under the guise of “researching synthetic blood.” He even turned our centennial anniversary into her birthday party. In front of everyone, Kaelan presented her with a Black Forest cake decorated with Silver Bells. They laughed, smearing frosting on each other. They forgot the flowers are a deadly poison to me. My power shattered. Agony ripped through me as shadows lashed out, uncontrollable. My family’s guards had to drag my convulsing body away. And while I recovered alone in the cold, dark vault, Kaelan was still at the party, bathing in the cheers for him and Sylvia. The blood in my veins turned to ice. A century of love and hope burned to ash. In that moment, I agreed to my family's arrangement. Without hesitation. A union with the lord of the Obsidian Throne—a vampire they say is power incarnate.

​"I didn't buy your freedom, Kira. I bought your life. And for the next six months, that life belongs to me." ​Silas Thorne is a fractured Alpha ruling through pure, unyielding terror. Cursed with a devastating Silver Rot injury that makes shifting an absolute torment, he is fighting a silent war against a rebellious pack Council circling like vultures. To stop an imminent coup and prove he is still fit to lead, he needs a stable, submissive Luna by his side. A fake mate to parade before his enemies for exactly six months. He expected a puppet but didn't expect a war. ​Kira Vance is the sacrificial lamb, traded away to pay for her father's crimes. Left behind as a human shield while her family fled the country, she was trapped in the cold, militaristic fortress of the Iron Citadel. She was supposed to cower before the monster of the Obsidian Pack. Instead, she brings paint stained floors, sharp tongued defiance, and a fierce refusal to fear the alpha.

Anthony Vitale—my husband’s older brother—was found dead after a fall at one of the family’s private properties on Long Island. He died before the men around him could even call it an accident. My husband, Enzo Vitale, stepped in as head of the family. At the same time, the senior men of the family made the decision for him—Enzo would take responsibility for his brother’s widow. His mother, Donna Victoria Vitale—the one truly running things behind the scenes—made it clear in the study at the estate. “Sophia is alone now,” she said. “You take her in. First, to carry on your brother’s bloodline. Second, to keep her under this family’s protection. This is family law.You don’t get a say.” That night, Enzo held me close, his voice low and soothing. “Elena, I’ll give her one child. That’s it. Once she’s pregnant, I’m done with her. You’re the only one who matters to me.” I believed him. But things didn’t stay that way. At first, he spent one night a month with her. Then it turned into one night a month with me. That was when I knew—he wasn’t mine anymore. The day Sophia announced her pregnancy at the private medical office the Vitales used, Enzo slipped the Vitale heirloom onto her finger—a black onyx signet ring engraved with the Vitale crest. It was the same ring he gave me when we got engaged. And he did it in front of everyone. That was the moment I knew—it was time to walk away.

"I don't fix broken hearts, Lucas. I only fix organs. And you don't seem to have either." Six years ago, Aria Vale was rejected, humiliated, and left to die in the snow while pregnant. She woke up to a death certificate for her son and a heart turned to ice. Today, she is The Viper, the most feared surgeon in the underworld. Aria’s plan for revenge is simple: make her old pack crawl. But everything changes when Dante Rinaldi, the ruthless Lycan King, and capo of the obsidian syndicate, kidnaps her to his island fortress to save his dying heir. Aria doesn't care about the monster’s child. She has no interest in playing mother, but when Dante offers her a deal she can’t refuse, she finally sees her chance to strike. Now she must cover the Syndicate's secrets, outwit a King who claims her as his own, and survive a pack that is now hunting her down for reasons she doesn't yet understand.

He kissed me breathless, senseless—he had me wanting, shamelessly panting against the cool glass of the courtyard, open for anyone.“We can’t! Someone could see—!”“Let them," he husked against my neck. "I want them to see.”My name is Ayda Sabine, once the princess to the illustrious Emerald Lake pack, now a single mother living a life of destitution in Eventide City. My status has been stripped from me, banished by my parents for my digression of falling outside my betrothal agreement. To make matters worse, I don't remember who the father of my son is. All I can recall are his golden eyes. However, when the opportunity arises for me and my son to ascend the social ladder as the personal stylist to Narcissa Onasis of the Diamond Spring clan, I finally get the opportunity to find the man who could be my true mate. If Narcissa's fiance, Prince Sebastian of the Obsidian Moon doesn't stop me. Alpha's Secret Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Published author.

“I want you so badly it hurts.” Camellia Reid’s life is simple: dance to pay the bills, raise her deaf sister, and keep a low profile. She never asked for destiny. But destiny finds her anyway… wearing the name Lucien Draven. Alpha of the Obsidian Pack. Eyes like wildfire. A voice like sin. And a claim she can’t escape: his mate. Camellia is human, an outsider in a world built on blood and power. Loved in shadows, denied in daylight, she is pulled between Lucien’s dangerous chaos and the cold control of his rival cousin, Darius Thorne. And when Lucien pins her against the wall, fucking her with a hunger that feels like worship and ruin all at once, Camellia learns that some bonds don’t just burn hotter than reason...they consume it. The pack is watching. Enemies are hunting. Between blood feuds, queer alliances, and late-night banter, Camellia stumbles into a world sharper, darker, and funnier than she ever imagined—one ruled by possessive but yearning males, where destiny burns hotter than love and cuts deeper than fate.

Aria Vale leads two lives. In one, she’s quiet, focused, invisible—just an intern in a world that barely notices her. In the other, she’s Luna—a rising star in the cam world, masked, magnetic, and in control. Her voice commands, her body obeys... and no one ever gets too close. Until Obsidian. He never asks questions. Never speaks. But he tips like he owns her—and worse, he knows how to use the Lush she keeps tucked inside her. With one anonymous command, he can control everything. And he does. Night after night, she tells herself it’s just fantasy. Until reality cracks. Because Obsidian is watching her even when the camera’s off. He’s Xander Cross. Billionaire. CEO. Her boss. And he’s been waiting for her to make one mistake. When their worlds collide, obsession turns physical, power shifts, and Aria is forced to ask the one question she’s never dared: What happens when control isn’t just something you give... but something he takes?

I didn't just buy your debt, Elara. I built it. I sculpted your ruin so that when you finally fell, mine would be the only hands there to catch you." After her mother’s sudden, tragic death, art student Elara Vance inherited a legacy of shadows and a $50 million debt she couldn't hope to pay. She thought her billionaire stepfather, Julian Vane, was her only sanctuary, the man who stepped in to save her father’s legendary art gallery from the auction block. She was wrong. Julian isn't a savior; he’s an architect. Behind the cold, grey eyes and the custom-tailored suits lies a man who spent three years systematically destroying Elara’s life from the inside out. He bankrupted her mother, sabotaged her future, and waited for the exact moment the trap would snap shut. Now, Elara is a prisoner in a gilded cage of obsidian marble and glass. To keep her father’s soul from being incinerated, she must follow Julian’s rules.

In my fourth year as a substitute bride for my runaway sister, married to King Alpha Kieran Ashworth, I became pregnant with his child. When I sought the High Priestess at the sacred temple to perform the "Protective Blessing Ritual" for our unborn pup, I was devastated to learn: "You and Alpha Kieran have never established a true mate bond. I cannot perform the blessing ritual." The soul truly connected to him was my half-sister, Isabella Morgrave. Isabella suddenly returned, claiming to suffer from "Luna's Eclipse",a werewolf affliction spoken of in whispered terror, with only three full moons remaining. To fulfill Isabella's dying wish, Kieran held a mating ceremony with her. At Isabella's birthday banquet, a blood curse appeared, and everyone believed it was cast by my jealousy. They imprisoned me in an obsidian cage that absorbed moonlight energy and purified me with "demon-breaking blood," causing me to miscarry and lose our child. When I discovered Isabella's illness was fabricated and all the framing was her elaborate scheme, I decided to leave. However, when the truth came to light, Kieran went completely mad...

Michelle, an omega everyone looked down on, was rejected by the Alpha she thought was her fated mate, broken and humiliated before her pack. But pain planted a hunger – a desperate desire to become powerful. One night, beneath the moonlight, everything changed. A figure emerged – tall, pale, ancient. Her crimson eyes glowed like dying embers. “Who are you?” Michelle stammered. “Someone who can give you power,” the woman said. Michelle froze, torn between fear and temptation. “What do you want?” “Your trust. Come with me to my realm. You’ll never be weak again.” The world dissolved. Michelle’s soul was torn from her body, and she opened her eyes in another world. Skies shimmered crimson and gold. Black castles floated above glowing rivers. Armored beings bowed. A Golren in obsidian armor knelt. “Queen Erin,” he said. “We’re glad to have you back.” Michelle blinked. “I’m Michelle, not Erin.” The Golren’s eyes gleamed with reverence. “You are Erin – our creator, our goddess.” Michelle’s breath caught. Creator? Goddess? Something ancient stirred....