Hsr Obsidian Novels & Stories

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created

Aziz’s POV The obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors. My thoughts raced faster than my feet. White fur.

It hummed—a low-frequency vibration that resonated in Jade’s teeth. "Don't touch the walls," Caspian warned, his voice tight. He was walking with his hands slightly raised, his fingers twitching as he intercepted the data-streams swirling around them. "The obsidian glass is active. It’s scanning for biometric anomalies. If it detects a heartbeat that isn't 'Synced,' it triggers a local lockdown." The Ghost of a City

Since Damon already made his command, he threw his face in another direction and couldn't see Amelia when she was using her eyes in place of a weapon. “ You heard me right?” He growled as he turned to look at Amelia. Their eyes cut each other. Amelia nodded her head in acceptance but continued washing her clothes instantly. Damon turned and left the room gently. As Damon got into his office, he was elated that he made it visible on his face. He kept smiling and smiling, not minding that he was alone. He sat gently on his seat and picked a remote control. With it, he turned on a wide-screen television that was hung opposite his table. Just after booting on, from the screen, he could see Ameli

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.

There were some movements and the sound of Jackson dragging a chair and setting it beside me, “That is, if you want it though,” Did I want it? Of course I wanted to see again, as much as I hate the world, I hated being even more useless, I couldn't do anything for myself, only depending on my hearing and my sense of touch wasn't enough. My heart beat raced in the anticipation that his words were true, “What is it?” It was like I could hear the smile at my eagerness through my question, “It’s like a serum, it's only been used a couple of times with great results and although I can't guarantee a full return of vision, it is said to have the healing properties of an Alpha,”

“Don’t go out until your foot is completely healed. I don’t want any more scandals, especially not with you!” “Okay.” Having experienced a bad ending in my previous life, I will never have any illusions about him again. But he frowned, looking somehow dissatisfied, though I didn’t know why. On the way back, his phone rang. Gilbert turned on the speakerphone, and a delicate, sweet voice immediately came through: “Gilbert, I’m back. See you at the usual place.” It was his first love, Bessie, who had returned to the country. Upon hearing this, Gilbert’s face, usually as cold as a millennium of ice, instantly melted, like a lake of spring water thawing.

Lady Chen nodded and threw two shining crystals to her. Sara grabbed them and noticed that they were Obsidian. What are these? "They are Obsidian credits they are the way we trade within the sect, you can say all other forms of exchange are null except one has obsidian credits". 'One hundred Credits for a little show, these guys are crazy.' However, all the youths were staring at hee with wide eyes with the exception of Justin that had his head lowered. "I believe that we can move on now." Lady Chen spoke and the other Elders nodded at her suggestion.

"Celine, I need your hands. Now!" I didn't have time for a slow detox. The infection was moving through their lymphatic systems, heading straight for the "seeds" of their power. I reached into the bottom of my kit and pulled out three obsidian needles, tipped with Glacier-Silver—a substance so volatile it could freeze blood solid if used incorrectly.