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Experience the epic love story of OBSIDIAN as told by its hero, Daemon Black…
I knew the moment Katy Swartz moved in next door, there was going to be trouble. Lots of it.
And trouble’s the last thing I need, since I’m not exactly from around here. My people arrived on Earth from Lux, a planet thirteen billion light years away. Plus, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that humans can’t be trusted. We scare them. We can do things they only dream about, and honestly, we make them look weak as hell. ‘Cuz they are.
But Kat is getting to me in ways no one else has, and I can't stop myself from wanting heror wanting to use my powers to protect her. She makes me weak, and I’m the strongest of our kind, tasked with protecting us all. So this one simple girl…she can mean the end for us. Because the Luxen have an even bigger enemythe Arum, and I need to stay on my game.
Falling for Katya humanwon't just place her in danger. It could get us all killed, and that’s one thing I’ll never let happen...
About the Author
Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in West Virginia. When she's not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, working out, watching zombie movies, and pretending to write. She shares her home with her husband, his K-9 partner named Diesel, and her hyper Jack Russell Loki. Jennifer writes Young Adult Contemporary, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal, and Romance. She writes New Adult and Adult Romance under the pen name J.Lynn.
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A Lux Novel
By Jennifer L. Armentrout, Liz Pelletier
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Faster than any human eye could track, I moved soundlessly among the trees in my true form, racing over the thick grass and the dewy, moss- covered rocks. I was nothing more than a blur of light, speeding along the tree line. Being an alien from a planet thirteen billion light years away was pretty much made of awesome.
I easily passed one of those damn energy efficient cars that was coasting up the main road past my house.
How in the hell was that thing pulling a U-Haul trailer?
Not like that was important.
I slowed down and slipped into my human form, keeping to the thick shadows cast by the oak trees as the car went by the empty house at the start of the access road, and then grinded to a halt in front of the house next to mine.
"Shit. Neighbors," I muttered as the driver's car door opened and a middle-age woman stepped out. I watched as she bent down and spoke to someone else in the car.
She laughed and then ordered, "Get out of the car."
Whoever was with her didn't listen, and the woman eventually closed the car door. She all but bounced up the porch steps and unlocked the front door.
How could this be happening? The house was meant to stay vacant — any house around here was supposed to remain empty of humans. This road was the freaking gate to the Luxen colony at the base of Seneca Rocks, and it wasn't like this house went up for sale and those suited assholes didn't realize it.
This could not be happening.
Energy crackled over my skin, humming, and the urge to slip back into my true form was hard to ignore. And that pissed me off. Home was the only place that I — that we could be ourselves without fear of discovery, and those assholes — the Department of Defense, the D-O-fucking-D — knew it.
My fingers curled into my palms.
Vaughn and Lane, my own personal government-issued babysitters, had to have been aware of this. It must've slipped their damn minds when they checked in on us last week.
The passenger door of the Prius creaked open, drawing my attention. At first, I couldn't see who got out, but then she walked around the front of the car, coming completely into view.
"Oh shit," I muttered again.
It was a girl.
From what I could see, she was close to my age, maybe a year younger, and as she turned in a slow circle, staring at the forest that crept onto the lawn around the two houses, she looked like she expected a rabid mountain lion to pounce on her.
Her steps were tentative as she neared the porch, as if she was still debating if she really wanted to walk into the house. The woman, who I was guessing was her mom based on the similar dark hair, had left the front door open. The girl stopped at the bottom of the steps.
I sized her up as I drifted silently through the trees. She appeared of average height. Actually, everything about her seemed average — her dark brown hair, pulled back from her face in a messy knot; her pale, roundish face; her average weight — definitely not one of those skinny girls I hated — and her ... Okay. Not all of her appeared average. My gaze was hung up on her legs and other areas.
Damn, they were nice legs.
The girl turned around, facing the forest as her arms folded along her waist, just below her chest.
Okay. Two areas in particular were not average.
She scanned the line of trees and her gaze stopped — stopped right where I was standing. My hands opened at my sides, but I didn't move, didn't dare force my lungs to take a breath. She stared right at me.
But there was no way she could see me. I was too hidden among the shadows.
A handful of seconds passed before she unfolded her arms and turned, slowly heading into the house, leaving the door wide open behind her.
My head cocked to the side at the sound of her voice, which was also ... average. No real discernible accent or indication of where they came from.
Wherever it was, they must have no sense of personal safety, since neither of them thought to close the door behind them. Then again, around these parts, most humans believed they were completely safe. After all, the town of Ketterman, located just outside of Petersburg, West Virginia, wasn't even incorporated. Deputies spent more time chasing after roaming cattle and breaking up field parties than handling any real crime.
Even though humans did have a nasty habit of going missing around here.
The smirk twisting my lips faded as an image of Dawson formed in my thoughts. Not just humans ...
When I thought of my brother, anger bubbled inside me, rushing to the surface like a volcano about to erupt. He was gone — dead because of a human girl. And now there was another damn one moving in next door.
We had to ... simulate humans, blend among them, and even act like them, but being close to them always ended in disaster.
Always ended in someone missing or dead.
I had no idea how long I stood there, staring at the house, but the girl eventually appeared again. Pulled out of my thoughts, I straightened as she walked to the back of the U-Haul. She dug a key out of her pocket and then opened the metal door.
And tried some more.
She struggled with the lock and then with the lever for what had to be the longest amount of time in history. Her cheeks were flushed, lips pursed. She looked like she was seconds from kicking the back of the U-Haul. Good God, how long did it take one person to open a trailer door? She made it a marathon event. I was half tempted to make myself known and walk my ass over there and open the damn door for her.
Finally, after an eternity, she opened the trailer and pulled down the ramp. She disappeared in and reappeared moments later with a box. I watched her carry it in and then return again. Back up the ramp, she stumbled down it this time, carrying a box that had to weigh more than her by the strained look on her face.
She shuffled around the trailer, and even from where I stood, I could see her arms trembling. I closed my eyes, irritated over ... everything. She'd made it to the steps, and I knew there was no way she was going to get the box up that porch without falling and possibly breaking her neck.
I raised my brows.
If she broke her neck, then I guessed that solved the whole "moving in next door" problem.
One foot made it onto the bottom step and she teetered to one side. If she fell then, she would be okay. She made it up another step, and my stomach growled. Damn, I was hungry even though I'd eaten about ten pancakes an hour ago.
She was almost to the top of the steps, and granted, if she fell, she wasn't going to break her neck. Maybe an arm? A leg would be pushing it. As she planted a foot on the next step and then slowly lifted the other foot beside it, I was reluctantly impressed by her sheer determination to muscle that box into the house. When she wobbled dangerously at the top, I muttered a rather obscene list of curse words and raised my hand.
Zeroing in on the box in her hands, I tapped into the Source. In my mind, I focused on raising the box just the slightest, taking the brunt of the weight off her arms. She stopped on the porch just for the tiniest of seconds, as if she recognized the change, and then with a shake of her head, she walked into the house.
Slowly, I lowered my hand, somewhat shocked by what I had done. There was no way she could ever guess that some random dude standing in the woods was responsible for that, but man, that was still a dumbass move on my part.
There was always the risk of exposure whenever we used the Source, no matter how insignificant it was.
The girl reappeared again on the porch, her cheeks bright pink from the work so far, and headed back to the cargo container as she wiped her hands along her denim shorts. Once again, she stumbled out of the trailer with a box of death in her arms, and I had to wonder: where in the hell was her mother?
The girl's step faltered and the obviously heavy box rattled. Glass was inside.
And because I was competing for world's biggest dumbass, I stayed out there, in the trees, stomach grumbling like a damn engine, and helped her carry in box after box without her even knowing.
By the time she/we finished hauling every last item into her house, I was wiped, starving, and certain I'd risked tapping into the Source enough to get my damn head examined. I hauled my tired ass up the steps to my house and slipped inside quietly. No one else was around tonight, and I was too exhausted to cook, so I gulped down half a gallon of milk and then passed out on the couch.
My last thought was of my annoying new neighbor and my too-awesome-to-fail plan to never see her again.
Night had fallen, and thick clouds, dark and impenetrable, blocked out the stars and covered the moon, squelching even the tiniest amount of light. No one could see me. Which was probably a good thing.
Especially considering I was standing outside the once-empty house like a total creeper in one of those true-crime shows — yet again. So much for my never-see-the-chick-again plan.
This was quickly becoming a disturbing habit. I tried to argue with myself that it was necessary. I needed to know more about our new neighbor before my twin sister, Dee, spotted her and decided they were gonna be besties. Dee was all I had left in this world, and I'd do anything to protect her.
Glancing over at my house, I blew out an aggravated breath through my nose. Would it be such a terrible thing if I just, I don't know, just burned the damn house down? I mean, I wouldn't let those ... those humans inside burn or anything. I wasn't that terrible. But no house, no problem.
Seemed simple to me.
The last thing I needed was another problem — the last thing any of us needed.
A light was on in one of the bedrooms upstairs despite the fact that it was late. It was her bedroom. Only a handful of minutes ago, I'd seen the outline of her pass in front of the windows. Sadly, she was completely clothed.
That disappointment took creeper status to a whole new level.
The girl was a problem, a big one, but I had all the working guy parts, which sometimes zeroed out the whole problem thing.
Having someone move next door, someone who was our age, was just too risky. This girl had only been here two days, but it was just a matter of time before Dee saw her. She'd already asked me a couple of times if I'd seen the new neighbors, if I knew who they were. I'd shrugged and said probably just an old couple retiring to the country to ward off her initial enthusiasm, but I knew Dee's excitable personality would be impossible to contain for long.
Speaking of the hyper devil ...
"Daemon," a voice whispered from the shadows of my front porch. "What in the world are you doing out here?"
Debating on whether or not burning down a house next time they head to the store is a reasonable response to getting new neighbors?
Yeah, I was gonna keep that one to myself.
Sighing, I pivoted around and headed toward the porch. Gravel crunched under my boots. My sister was leaning against the railing, staring at the house next door, a curious expression pinching her face as a soft breeze tossed her long, dark hair around her.
It took unbelievable effort to walk at a normal speed as I joined Dee. Normally, it wasn't something I even attempted when I was home since I could move fast as light, but with the new neighbors, I needed to get back in the habit of appearing ... well, human.
"I was out patrolling." I cocked a hip against the railing, my back to the house as if it didn't exist.
Dee raised a brow as she glanced up at me. Bright emerald eyes, the same color as mine, were filled with skepticism. "It didn't look like that."
"Really?" I crossed my arms.
"Yeah." Her gaze flicked over my shoulder. "It looked like you were standing outside that house, watching it."
Her brows knitted. "So, someone has moved in there?"
Dee had been over at the Thompsons' house the last couple of days, which was a freaking blessing even though the idea of her being there with another alien our age, Adam, overnight did not make me a happy camper. But it worked out. She had no idea who had moved in next door, and knowing her, a human girl of her age would be like discovering an abandoned puppy.
When I didn't answer, she sighed heavily. "Okay. Am I supposed to guess?"
"Yeah, some people moved in next door."
Her eyes widened as she whipped back around and leaned out over the railing, eyeing the house as if she could see through it. While our abilities were pretty awesome, we didn't have X-ray vision. "Oh my, they're not Luxen. They're humans."
Obviously she would've sensed if they were of our kind. "Yep. They're human."
She shook her head slightly. "But why? Do they know about us?"
I thought of the girl struggling to carry the boxes inside the other day. "I'm gonna go with a no."
"That's so weird. Why would the DOD let them move in there?" she asked, and then immediately added, "Who cares? I hope they're nice."
My eyes drifted shut. Of course Dee wouldn't be worried about it, not even after what happened to Dawson. All she cared about was if they were nice. It didn't even occur to her, not for one second, the kind of danger the close proximity of a human posed to us. Not my sister. She was all unicorns puking rainbows.
"Did you see who they were?" she asked, excitement crowding her voice.
"No," I lied, opening my eyes.
Her lips pursed as she drew back from the railing, clapping her hands, and turned to me. We were almost the same height, and I could see delight sparkling in her eyes. "I hope it's a hot guy."
I clenched my jaw.
She giggled. "Oh! Maybe it's a girl, like, my age. That would be awesome."
"It would make this summer so much better, especially since Ash is being a you-know-what," she went on.
"No. I don't know what."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't play innocent, you jerk. You know exactly why she's as cuddly as a honey badger right now. She thought you two would be spending all summer together doing — "
"Each other?" I suggested slyly.
"Oh, gross! Seriously. I wasn't going there." She shuddered, and I barely hid my grin as I wondered if Ash had admitted that the doing-each-other part still happened although not in a while. Not often, but it did. "She was complaining about not going wherever you promised to take her this summer."
I had no idea what Dee was talking about.
"Anyway, I really hope whoever is next door is cool." Like a hamster on a wheel, Dee's mind kept on cycling. "Maybe I'll stop over — "
"Don't even finish that sentence, Dee. You don't know who they are or what they're like. Stay away from them."
She placed her hands on her hips as her eyes narrowed. "How will we know what kind of people they are by staying away from them?"
"I'll check them out."
"I don't particularly trust your judgment of humans, Daemon." Her stare turned into a glare.
"And I don't trust yours. Just like I never trusted Dawson's."
Dee took a step back as she drew in a deep, slow breath. The anger faded out of her expression. "Okay, I understand. I get why — "
"Let's not go there. Not tonight," I said, sighing as I lifted my hand and scrunched my fingers through my hair, making the ends stick up. I needed a haircut. "It's late and I need to make another round before I call it a night."
"Another round?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper. "Do you think ... any of the Arum are nearby?"
I shook my head, not wanting her to worry, but the truth was they were always nearby and they were our only natural predator — our enemies from the time when our true planet existed. Like us, they weren't from this Earth. They were, in many ways, the exact opposite of us in appearance and abilities. But we didn't kill like they did. Oh no. They derived their use of the Source from feeding off the Luxen they killed. They were like parasites on steroids.
The Elders used to tell us that when the universe was formed, it was filled with the purest light, making those who lived in the shadows — the Arum — envious. They'd become jealous and determined to suffocate all the light. That was how the war started between our two planets.
And our parents died in that war, when our home was destroyed.
The Arum had followed us here, using atmospheric displays to travel to Earth without detection. Whenever there was a meteorite shower or a rash of falling stars, I was on edge. The Arum usually followed such occurrences.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is hands down my number one favorite book series and I read a lot. Daemon and Katy are my favorite couple, too. Oblivion was as expected, awesome, as well. I usually love books in the hero's POV. I think this series could actually keep going and I would love that. But at the very least I would LOVE a book with their wedding. Loved it and love this author!!
This series is amazing couldn't put this book done if you have followed this series like me you will love it
This is an add on to the Lux series to see the first 3 books from Daemon's POV.
ALL 3 FIRST BOOKS FROM DAMEON POV?! YAY I LUV DAMEON.
This fills in alot of bl
So, so good! Jennifer thanks for this !
What a bout the other book in his side i want more please i love this series of books i hope she comes out with more and soon
Good, Repetitive, and Unnecessary to be honest. Before Reading: I first want to say, if you have not read the Lux series, you need to. I kept hearing about the storres and seeing tons of Daemon memes and wondering, who the heck?! Then I kept seeing these big books saying "LUX" on them and wondering, "What is that?" because I'm attracted to large books. So I finally purchased the audiobooks and took listen and asked myself, "What the heck took me so long to jump on the bandwagon?!" I purchased the books and added them to my bookshelf. I had too- the story was excellent! I was obsessed with the storyline. Jennifer L. Armentrout really put her foot in it! (Except with Obsession). So when Oblivion came out, I purchased both versions, as always. I'd previously read Obsession and wasn't very happy, so I was praying this story wasn't damaged in any way! After Reading/Listening: The story is about Daemon and Katy- just like the LUX series. It's funny to hear his POV, but it's not really making much of a difference from the original read. He sorta made his thoughts and intentions obvious in the original telling. His flirtatious pen pokes, his getting all up in her personal space and stuff- all ready understood. It's what made the books so good to begin with. It wasn't just Katy who felt the electricity, no pun intended. Hearing Daemon's thoughts when he's kicking himself in the butt over his mistakes is also very humorous, but nowhere near as funny as when he has to rescue Katy (or himself) from Simon! Those moments are the funniest when it comes to a guy's point of view.... *For the rest of this review: http://tinyurl.com/zj464o2 **This book and audiobook read-a-long are both from my personal library.
Oblivion is a companion novel (#1.5) in Jennifer L. Armentrout's young-adult paranormal series titled Lux. It's been a long while since I read the first book Obsidian so I knew I would need to re-read it before continuing the series. But look what came just in time... Think Obsidian from Daemon's point of view. There were some new scenes but the majority of the content is the story you know but flipped perspectives. For me having read Obsidian so long ago, this was perfect. My memory got caught up enough to continue the series and I am now able to scratch another title off of my TBR list. Success!
I wanted to read Oblivion because I love Jennifer Armentrout and I have adored this series, so of course I would jump at a chance to read from the perspective of the hero, sexy, charming, frustrating Daemon. I really enjoyed getting inside Damon's head it was interesting to see what his first impressions of Kat really were. and learning about his motivations and his complete back and forth and see the obvious attraction between the two to begin with that physical chemistry they had. I also like that it wasn't scene to scene repeat of the first book. there were some of the most important ones and the ones that were like oh we need to know what he's thinking in that moment. but there's also some other scenes that weren't in the first book and we also get to see more of his relationship with Dee behind closed doors and the sense of responsibility that really he really had on his shoulders and the guilt about his brother and the worry that further interactions with Kat could endanger his family and he never really wanted her hurt either. I enjoyed it, and there is bonus content of more from Daemon's point of view, and I will def check it out when I have time. Enjoyable, hot, and I loved their banter as with the first book from Kat's point of view. Bottom Line: Enjoyable to get into his head and get some new scenes.
5 - Pretty much made of awesome. Stars! I took my sweet time with Oblivion, and not because I didn’t enjoy reading it. But this is Daemon Black. So why rush, especially when you have the Pepe Toth in your head for the entire time you are reading… At just over a thousand pages, Jennifer Armentrout hasn’t skimped on giving us the full Daemon Black experience either, and I have to say it was a refreshing to read the first three books of the series from his point of view. I found Katy’s inner musings to be a little annoying at times (must be the whole teenage girl thing!), I just found Daemon’s whole perspective and inner monologue highly entertaining and sometimes a little unexpected. ”I’ll take what I can get for as long as I can get it.” You don’t need me to write a long drawn out review for this one, if you have read and loved The Lux series, then you are going to love Oblivion, and fall even more in love with Daemon Black. Lots of love all round basically! ARC generously provided by Entangled Publishing, in exchange for the above honest review.
I just read the last page of Oblivion! And it just hit me! This is the end! No more Daemon, no more Kitten, no more milk out of the fridge and choc chip cookies and no more holy alien babies!!! It’s over! Please give me a moment to cry my heart out … *starts to cry uncontrollably* *crawls in a little ball* *slipping into oblivion* 5 hours later… I’m still NOT okay! But I feel like I’m not the only one that should be feeling this way right now. That is why I am going to write the best review EVER!!! So all of you would feel compelled to read this book and then feel as miserable as I do right now!!! Wait a second… If you’ve read the other books in the Lux series, you are probably reading Oblivion RIGHT now because if you know who’s Daemon you would have sold your little sister to get your hands on this precious gem left for us by the BEST WRITER IN THE WORLD… No!!! THE KNOWN UNIVERSE!!! (Yes, it had to be in all CAPS because how can you say that without screaming it at the top of your lungs?) So this review is for all the people out there who’s been oblivious (Did you see what I did there?) to the fact that there is a certain lady roaming the streets of West Virginia who gave birth to the sexiest, most arrogant, gorgeous, self-centred, sweetest, horrible but yet oh so dreamy fictional boyfriends of all times and I feel I have to warn you all – Once you go Daemon Black you will NEVER go back! Jennifer ruined us all for the rest of the book boyfriends out there! I’ve read another series while I was waiting for Oblivion to be released and that dude in that book just didn’t do it for me… like at all! I cannot even remember his name. Worse one-book stand EVER! Dear Person who has no idea why alien babies can possibly be holy, I know what you are thinking right now… why would an author spent so much time to re-write not one, not two… but three books from another character’s POV when we already know what happened! No, she did not want to make more money or abuse the fact that some girls will buy absolutely anything with the name Daemon Black attached to it! She did it because she loves her fans just as much as she loves her pooch, Loki and she gave us what we begged her for – more Daemon!! (Personally I think she enjoys spending time with Daemon in her head and that part of me saying that she gave birth to him just made me thing of some twisted sort of Game of Thrones incest type of thing and I really do not want to go there right now!!) I know you are sceptical – I lot of other authors (we will not mention their names) have tried to milk their popular series by just re-writing their bestselling books from another character’s perspective! And what happened was that they only stuck to the scenes they already wrote and just swopped the personal pronouns around and sent it to their publishers! I mean anyone at the publisher’s office who didn’t have something to do on a Friday night could have done that! But not Jennifer L Armentrout! When she re-writes a book she goes above and beyond her own expectations! Not only does she retell the whole story from Daemon’s POV but she also added some bonus scenes for us to gush over! While reading Obsidian, Onyx and Opal there were a few times where I was wondering what the hell was going through Daemon’s mind. Why did he say that or act that way??? And Jenn answered all of those questions. It all made sense then. All the puzzle pieces are fitting into place! Let’s face it – Daemon is a jerk! We all know
Loved it. Hopefully we get the rest of the series thru Daemon's POV. #teamDaemon????
It rocked being inside Daemon Black's head for the Obsidian portion of one of the coolest YA paranormal book series I've ever been lucky enough to read. I loved his worry over keeping his twin Dee safe and how that formed his initial antagonistic attitude toward his new human neighbor, Katy Swartz. I still geeked out over the fact that Katy was a book nerd and had her own vblog. Some random and crazy stuff went down that made it possible for these two teens to reluctantly get better acquainted. And boy did the sparks fly while they did so! There were so many good moments and revelations about what the Blacks and their alien buddies the Thompsons did or talked about while Katy wasn't with them. And moments like the below made me feel all extra girly inside: ‘Her lips brushed mine. Colors swirled around me – bright reds and whites. It was like there wasn’t me or her…it was us, only us. And I could feel an indiscernible pull toward her, a give and take.’ And it goes without saying that I'm extremely happy to have a copy of the paperback edition of Oblivion to complete my tradition of collecting this entire series in the original format I discovered it in at my local public library. The cover's matte finish is this book nerd's kryptonite, ha! I love petting it! Now it's time for me to switch over to the e-book format of Oblivion which tells Daemon's POV of the Lux series from Obsidian (Lux #1) through Opal (Lux #3).
This was a lot of fun to read, especially since it's not a straight retelling of Obsidian. We get all our favorite scenes and then some. The best part was seeing first hand Daemon's growth as a character. Fans of the Lux series will not be disappointed!
What can I say about this? It is as good I as I had hoped it would be. It's totally Daemon Black. I loved it. Here's the thing with retelling for me, there needs to be something more. Simply retelling a story from a different characters POV doesn't hold my interest. I know what's going to happen. I need more. This one was more. Yes there are scenes that Katy wasn't part of that we see in this book. Thankfully, not every scene we had before is redone with Daemon's POV. Some are summarized. But most of all, there is this transformation that takes place in Daemon's head. And that is what I loved about his book. Daemon has good reason to want to keep Katy away from Dee and the rest of the colony. Of course, he does that with his normal charm and style...hehe. But what is coming out of his mouth doesn't tell the whole story. He doesn't understand what it is about Katy that keeps him making mistakes. Why he can't leave her alone. Yeah, Dee is part of it but there is several times that he uses that excuse and keeps going back. He doesn't know why. And that's where this transformation takes place. From knowing he should stay away...to not being able to stay away but trying to...to realizing he doesn't want to stay away at all. And I loved it. And it's all done with typical Daemon Black charm. Of course you will want to read this if you are a Lux fan. I can't wait for the eBook to come so I can read more! The print book only contains what would be Obsidian and I NEED more. Some favorite scenes: The whole convincing her to go swimming with him...not what I was expecting. The trip to the used bookstore! When Dee told him Katy accepted a date with Simon! When he saw her in the red dress! And so many, many more. Don't miss this one and don't put it off till later.