Hsr Obsidian Novels & Stories

Club Obsidian. Downtown Neo-Veridia. 11:00 PM. The bass dropped, shaking the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the VIP skybox. Altair Hale sat on a black leather sofa, entirely alone. On the table in front of him sat a glass of sparkling water (untouched) and a holographic tablet (active). While the rest of the city’s elite gyrated to the music below, Altair was re-coding the firewall for the Asia-Pacific server.

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.

Two Weeks Later — Obsidian Ridge Obsidian Ridge had not seen this many wolves gather in centuries. The land itself seemed to know it. Basalt cliffs rose like the ribs of an ancient beast, black stone veined with silver mineral seams that caught the sun and fractured it into shards of light. The air hummed—thick with anticipation, old magic, and the restrained power of thousands who understood they were about to witness something that would be spoken of for generations. This was not a children's ceremony.

I pressed two fingers against my right eye. Noah finished the call and looked at me. “Damien,” he said. “Yes.” “Your eye.” I lowered my hand. “Light sensitivity,” I said. “Normal for the adjustment period.” He looked at me for a moment with the particular attention he used when he had decided something was not what it was being presented as and was choosing whether to push. He chose not to. “Marcus is sending the Henderson projections,” he said. “I’ll have the full picture by this afternoon.”

Inside the hospital room… Mr. Evidence was still seated on his hospital bed, impatiently waiting for Crystabel to come tam his little monster. He sat as he sexily gazed up at Crystabel who was already out from the restroom and was now cleaning the mess she had made on the ground. She was bent low as she backed Mr. Evidence. Showing him her naked boots. Crystabel, still bending, she concentrated on cleaning the mess she had made as Mr. Evidence sighted her clitoris.

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.”