Gilbert Von Obsidian Novels & Stories

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

If anything, I almost laughed. I turned back to Cassian and said, evenly: "Obsidian really does outshine moonstone. It suits you — cheap matches cheap."

Isang dambuhalang pinto na gawa sa puting obsidian—isang materyal na hindi matatagpuan sa kahit anong periodic table ng tao—ang dahan-dahang bumukas mula sa ilalim ng libu-libong toneladang alikabok ng buwan. ​"Hindi ko alam na may ganito rito ang mga Hohenberg," bulong ni Xander, habang hawak ang kanyang Phase-Shift Blade. Ang kanyang mga mata, ang mga mata ng isang "Wolf," ay matalas na nagmamasid sa dilim.

had softened into a gentle, rhythmic pulse that illuminated the night. Killian pulled a small, silver object from his pocket. It was the shard of the "Obsidian Blade" that had snapped during the fight with the Bone King. He held it out to me. "I don't want to carry a weapon anymore," he said. I took the shard. With a thought, I summoned the "Holy Fire," let it flow through my fingers and into the dark stone. The obsidian didn't melt; it transformed. The black glass turned translucent, then white, until it was a piece of pure, polished quartz that glowed with a soft interior light.