Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

I stepped into the circle. The geas flared, cold fire lancing up my arm from the brand, but I had learned to ride it, to channel through the pain, to make the Council's leash into my own whip. My blade was obsidian, a weapon of edges and absence, the kind that drank light and returned shadow. It felt right in my hand, the weight of something that had no allegiance to any narrative but my own.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Paul pushed a little harder, adjusted the thing, and softly cursed. “What the hell is that?” “Damn it. I need a scalpel. We’ll excise whatever it is and examine it.” “Did the tip break off in the bone?” Moon didn’t like the idea that part of the dart was still inside him. “No, I’m sure it is not the dart tip. We didn’t check for foreign objects because the dart was intact,” Ted ground out in an angry voice. He appeared unusually concerned. “It’s an oblong object, very small. Definitely not anything that could be part of a dart.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

“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.

"Boss, are you going to start a war with Evidence?' "Don't. Ask. Me. That!" Evidence response was unreadable. At this time, no one knew his plans. No one knew what he was going to do next. He screamed at the top of his voice as he hit the wall with his right hand, causing his already injured hand to bleed the more. He cried and wished this day never came. He wasn't cryimg because Mara was dead, the reason for his cry was that Since Mara was dead, how he would get hold of the property.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

Expensive cologne, smoke, leather. My heart starts slamming painfully against my ribs. "No," he says softly. "You didn’t." His gaze drops briefly to my mouth again, then lower, a full sweep across me and I feel it everywhere. Heat crawls beneath my skin. "But I helped you anyway." He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of a weapon, he pulls out a black card, completely plain except for a silver moth embossed into the center, the same moth tattooed across his throat. He holds it out toward me.

Following the acquisition of the stele, the cost of the goods grew steadily until it eventually reached several million. "The "Blade Of Seven Seas" is an early Disaster-rank weapon forged from the remains of a legendary beast. It had no distinct shape, morphing into a sword at times and a claymore or a dagger at other times. It can harness the force of the sea, particularly water. It is derived from the Ocean Empress Hero of the past generation." Early Disaster-rank weapon wielded by one of humankind's heroes. This was unquestionably a valuable find, and everyone was ecstatic.

"If they can't bring you in, I’ll take the pieces myself." He drew the blade, and the air in the Sanctuary suddenly went cold—not the biting frost of the Eldergloom, but a dry, ancient cold that smelled of parched earth and forgotten tombs. The sword was a sliver of obsidian etched with runes that glowed a sickly, pale yellow. It was a Void-Blade, a weapon forged to sever the connection between a Fae and the Veil. "That sword won't save you, Phuwin," Sofia said, though she felt a shiver of genuine instinctive fear at the sight of the blade.