Obsidian War

A Reverse Harem Paranormal Academy Romance

I went to Thornholm for my parents.
I left with a four-year-old who shouldn’t exist, a plague at the heart of the celestial world, and a weapon designed to sever the sky.

The Velthara cascade left two hundred stolen frequencies pressing against the walls of my void and a structural thinning the second verse keeps reaching for. Every session takes a little more. Every night the prophecy gets closer to collecting. The Voidborn must stand at the center of all thirteen and choose. Hold the light, or hold her life.

I refuse to choose. So we steal a fortress.

Thornholm—OBSIDIAN-7. The Order’s deepest containment facility. We go in with five degraded operatives and one impossible window. We come out with my parents alive after fourteen years in null-stone cells… and with a silent dark-eyed girl from the deepest research wing whose void answers mine the moment we touch.

A second Voidborn. I wasn’t supposed to be the only one. Neither is she.

And the Council elder hunting us has been alive for four hundred and twelve years on stolen frequencies, because the four fixed-sign bloodlines that built the celestial world are dying—genetically dependent on a poison they wrote into themselves, the plague the Order has been hiding for centuries while it drained whole constellations to keep itself breathing.

Now he’s built a weapon to bury the truth beneath one synchronized pulse. Six facilities. One coordinated strike. Every celestial on the planet cut from their constellation in a single artificial dawn.

They call it the eclipse.

And my four princes are running out of room to stand:

Atlas walks through Order wards built for a framework his frequency no longer belongs to—and discovers what he’s become is older than the zodiac itself, the bedrock the entire system was carved on top of.
Phelan grieves a Leo girl the system was supposed to protect, learns his own bloodline carries the plague, and burns through every reserve he has left to buy me twelve impossible seconds at peak amplitude when the thinning tries to take me whole.
Jasper reads the academy until he can feel exactly when it will fall and points us back to the only formation that can hold what I have to do.
Idris finds a third option and shows me through the deep-link exactly how thin the walls of my consciousness have become.

We sail north for Velthara. The original thirteen-point formation. The only architecture in the world that can hold—and the only place the second verse can collect everything it has been waiting to take.

Caswell is already there. Four hundred years of stolen frequency stacked into a single body, walking out of the dawn fog with the patient certainty of a man who has been arriving at this exact moment for four centuries.

And when the eclipse fires—when every standing stone dies and every bond goes dark and every man I love hits the volcanic stone at once—only one of us is still on her feet.

Me.

Obsidian War is a spicy paranormal academy reverse harem romance featuring a four-century plague at the heart of the celestial world, an eclipse weapon designed to sever the sky, and four bonds tested past their limit. Book four in the Nightborn Academy series. Devastating cliffhanger ending. Happily-ever-after guaranteed for the series.

Perfect for readers who love:

• Why choose romance with four fiercely devoted love interests
• Paranormal academy series that escalate into open war
• Daring containment facility raids and rescued found family
• Ancient prophecies, dying bloodlines, and four-century conspiracies
• A second chosen one whose existence rewrites everything
• A badass FMC who refuses the price the universe insists on
• Steamy scenes with emotional stakes and HEA guaranteed for the series