The Modern Era
The throne gets the history books. This is everything underneath it.
Here the Obsidian Authority is told at table height — from the bar, the front desk, the stew pot, and the end of the leash. World-ending power still has to wait for a table. The apocalypse still has to do arithmetic. A warlord budgets the war chest around a glass swan; an inn monetizes its guests' molting; a tavern keeper files the rat under business expense; a wolf quietly classifies the whole party as assets requiring protection.
The monsters are real. So is the overhead.
He’s the darkness that bites. He’s the void that consumes. But yes, he is also the Good Boy.
Enter The Good Boy Protocol, a gripping look at the Obsidian Authority universe through the eyes of Rune, a deadly Shadow Wolf tasked with escorting a deeply inefficient group of humans. Balancing his craving for top-tier belly scratches with the harsh reality of tactical suppression, Rune keeps his pack alive through sheer force of will, violet fire, and a total refusal to lose his Alpha. Come for the humor; stay for the moment the leash comes off.
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Silver Stone Inn: Cheers
Welcome to the Silver Stone Inn, where hospitality is a contact sport and the customer is always paying. Behind the mahogany desk, Ginny converts every aristocratic indignity into profit with flat, terrifying competence, turning shredded tapestries into nesting fees, discarded snakeskin into gift-shop coin purses, and a horrified head of housekeeping into a one-woman containment team. The guests are insufferable. The surcharges are inspired. The service is, as Ginny would say, optimal. Read Here.