Oblivion Mage Stone Novels & Stories

Before Amanda can respond, a sudden, sharp chime echoes from the stone mantelpiece. A small, black obsidian communication stone—a rare piece of magic used only by high royalty—flares into a bright, ethereal purple light. The ancient stone hums with raw, surging Alpha energy, vibrating against the stone shelf until Lucas stumbles toward it, his heavy boots dragging on the rug. He reaches out, his clawed fingers touching the glowing surface of the obsidian stone. The magic activates instantly, filling the dark, suffocating room with a crystal-clear, audio projection.

I already asked my question, and I wouldn't get another. "I believe we had a deal, King Garren. I held up my end. Now it is your turn to hold up yours." I nodded, stepping towards the case that held the stone. With a wave of my hand, the magic ward around it fell, and I opened the case and pulled out the stone, breaking off a piece. "A sliver of Hellstone," I said, offering her the piece. She took it carefully, eying it before slipping it into a small pouch she must have had in a hidden pocket.

But Cassy who had accepted the clothes then grabbed her wrist and she asked her in a small frightened voice, "Am I really The legendary mage?" Carol put her hand on Cassy's and she said explaining to her, "You are a legendary mage, the color of the mark on your breast proves it to us, but it is the fact that this mark is a pentacle that makes you The legendary mage. The mark of the pentacle has only appeared twice since the dawn of time and both times it was when humanity was threatened, not only here in Astoria but in all the worlds in our universe."

Lilith watched as the stone turned into obsidian, the dark purple matched her heels, paths were made inside the obsidian, as lava appeared going down the path gradually. Lilith was pleased with its beauty, the magma turned into lava, but the one they were standing on turned to obsidian making a path to the portal, the from the arch lava joined the rest at the bottom of the arch, Agnès opened her eyes. "Proceed with caution the lava tends to jump up, and you are a celestial being, the dangers that would be for you." The lava was enchanted just like the magma block. "Thank you, Agnès." The gatekeeper nods, bowing.

She looked at the group, her expression uncharacteristically grave. "We’ve always known obsidian is a powerful grounding stone," Sarah began, her voice steady. "It’s designed by nature to protect, absorb, and block negative energies. It’s a vacuum for the darkness. But Morgana… she hasn't just been using it to shield herself. She’s found a way to weaponize the very energy the stone absorbs." Silas narrowed his eyes. "You mean she’s using the stored darkness as a battery?"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You are the best!" "C-calm down, I'm not finished, there are also 7 elemental stones with physical defense, from the Minotaurs, you take 4, Marie will take 3... Liliana, Morgiana, and Hope will each take 8 attack stones and... Maybe one attack for Mercy." The girl took a thoughtful pose. "You sure? I've got most of the magic stone just last rift." "It's not a fair share, we're focusing on everyone's abilities and weaknesses, you have a very weak body and the attack is actually another layer to the defense, in a certain way."

Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment. "Welcome, travelers," a voice echoed through the air, deep and resonant. A figure emerged from the shadows, a majestic stag with antlers that seemed to reach the very heavens. Its eyes were filled with a wisdom that seemed to span the ages. "I am Cernunnos, guardian of the Moonstone. To earn the stone, you must pass three trials that will test your bond and individual strengths." Xienma's heart raced as she stepped forward, her voice steady and resolute. "We are ready, Cernunnos. We will face whatever trials you deem necessary to protect our world from Drax's darkn

Without saying a word, I nodded. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I walked through the maze of graves, my eyes scanning the inscriptions on each and every stone, my mind filled with curiosity and a sense of reverence. My emotions were a jumbled mess of sadness and anticipation as I drew closer to the place where Megan now rested. The stone monument was a haunting reminder of her life, with a large headstone standing as a testament to her existence, elegantly adorned with her name in an ornate font. Every beat of my heart felt like a reminder of her absence, intensifying the pain and causing it to clench tightly in my chest.

She could bend an entire race to her will, stripping them of their free will, their agency—turning them into nothing more than obedient puppets. Aric’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping into something colder, more dangerous. “You’re not finished.” Morgana’s body trembled violently, her eyes filled with raw torment as if revealing the truth would bring about her destruction. But the magic held her captive—unyielding, merciless. “She… she stole a fragment of the Demon God’s stone…” Her voice cracked, growing more frantic with every word, as if even speaking it aloud might summon something far worse than death. Leon’s pupils contracted slightly. The Demon God’s stone? Wasn’t that the very black

Core Eater Stone was a forbidden mineral unique to the Dark Blood Duchy. It looked like ordinary rock until activated by dark energy, when it would create an absolute anti-magic field. Eira’s mind raced. The semi-final stage was built directly above this very drainage outlet. If Rhoderick detonated the stone mid-match, her moonlight purification power would be snuffed out instantly. She’d be left helpless, a sitting duck for the Dark Blood assassins. She couldn’t destroy the barrier now—it would alert the mages guarding the trap. She couldn’t afford to tip her hand.