Hsr Obsidian Novels & Stories

Ezra growled. Orion glanced at him. “Dorian was hit first, but before I could react, I was hit too. That’s all I remember.” “It has to be him,” Ezra hissed. “I want a list of all Obsidian’s hideouts. You know where that is, don’t you?” Pursing my lips, I stared at him for a few seconds before I answered. “What does that have to do with—?” “Obsidian’s unstable!” Ezra yelled. “He—”

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

Chapter 2️⃣0️⃣ ❤️ Something Dangerous ❤️ Liora's Chamber: Obsidian sighed deeply through their mind link, the sound carrying more weight than usual. “Please, believe me, master. I won't lie to you. Everything I say is the truth.” Liora rubbed her temple and leaned back against her pillows. “I only believe what my eyes can see, Obsidian. Not mere talks. Not hearsay." “I’m not making this up,” obsidian said gently. “If you let me, I can show you what I see, what I feel from her. Just a glimpse. It’ll be enough.”

The diamond collar around her throat had become a masterpiece of craftsmanship, embedded with rare black opals that caught every flicker of light. For the Obsidian Veil celebration, they had gathered their largest number yet. Nine hundred men arrived at the remote obsidian island, a volcanic paradise of black glass cliffs and steaming vents. The entire island had been reshaped into layered sanctuaries — hidden grottos, cliffside pavilions, underground lava chambers, and open-air temples.

he commented as he looked at a table full of materials, there was gauze, alcohol, syringes and countless other things, I was afraid of just seeing them. Someone knocked on the door and Ezra immediately appeared with a file. Amazing. Of all the doctors in the hospital he had to touch us precisely. Ezra was very surprised to see me. “Kim, what are you doing here? There was some concern in his expression.” "Nothing, I'm just accompanying my friend," I explained. “I understand,” Ezra took a look at the file, “You must be Isaac Hernández, tell me, what brings you here?” "I have a cut on my lip, that's all, but Kim thinks I can bleed to death," he explained wryly.

Rose was at the front seat with Annabel while Mara and Crystabel sat at the back. As the car was moving, the atmosphere was quiet. No one was talking to each other and no one was also browsing through their phones. They were all eager to see Rose meet with her Mr. Evidence once again and meanwhile, Crystabel was also eager to meet with that familiar name. She could remember that her sex partner was named by that name but it happened that they lost contact. She just wanted to know if he was the one… As far as she remembered, The Evidence Anderson she knew was one of her customers she had a one night stand with a long time ago and because of how talented she was in her sexual skills, he made h

The object gleamed briefly in the dim light, cutting through the air with a whisper. A sharp hiss followed. The Rogue King’s laughter stopped abruptly. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his chest. There, lodged right between his ribs, was a jagged, black shard. He staggered back, staring at it in disbelief. “What… what have you done?” I took a step forward, eyes blazing. “Obsidian,*” I said, keeping my voice steady and calm, as excitement blazed behind my eyes. “The weakness of the undead.”

Resonant Liquidation. The obsidian floor beneath the First Omega didn't just crack; it surrendered. The black stone turned a brilliant, molten orange in a circular radius of five feet. The basalt lost its mass, becoming a churning pool of geothermic energy. The First Omega’s boots—the ones that had never left a mark on the snow—suddenly sank.

“It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.” She took back the phone and examined the same image. “Good heavens, you’re right! It’s obsidian— three times sharper than a diamond and 500 to 1,000 times than a surgeon’s steel blade. Scalpels with obsidian blades have a cutting edge of only three nanometers thick and are said to heal with minimal scarring.” “We can only see a bit of it. If this knife is large enough…” I paused. “…it will be the murder weapon. It can cut through bones if its size is perfect,” she finished.

The ancestors of the Nymph Tribe - Owner and guardian of this place. She enters the side of the cave without doubting what might possible is in there. When she finally gets in, Hana feels different; something like a very cold air that hugs her, her skin hair arises, like it is attracting you to step more in, yet it is scary to proceed. So, she steps back away from that side of the cave and turn back leaving it. She walks back to her friends when she heard a rock being thrown on the ground and roll towards her. Hana was full contained surprisingly confused about the noise she’d heard. Then, she decided to turn back herself to see what is that thing, when she saw the small rock potentially on