Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

"The skates?" "Everything," Cass said, his voice rising in a frantic, jagged rhythm. "I was at the Navarro Memorial Stadium. I had my bag. Two sets of sharpened blades, my custom padded sweater, my gloves. When I saw Brandon in the locker complex with Natalie... I just dropped the bag. I ran. When I went back with my father to grab my life, the gear was gone." Cass's face twisted. "I think that bastard melted my blades." Luke didn't move for a heartbeat. Then, his jaw worked as he spoke. "Were they the high-carbon steel ones?"

Give me the flame. A surge of white-hot energy erupted from the bond, flowing through my veins like liquid lightning. My vision turned a brilliant, blinding white. My skin tingled with ozone. When I opened my eyes, my hand—the one clutching the obsidian stone—was glowing with a terrifying, ethereal light. I grabbed Dante’s silver blade with my bare palm.

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.

I said. His jaw was tight. The muscle there working in the way it did when he was containing something large. "Damien," I said quietly. "He just put your medical information in a press conference." "I know," he said. "Your blindness. Your procedure. Your fifty percent." "I know," he said. "In public," I said. "To hurt you." "I know," he said. For the third time. Each one quieter than the last. I looked at him. At the tight jaw and the still hands and three years of a private life being dismantled piece by piece by a man who had decided that if he couldn't win legally he would win by burning everything down.

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

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 alternative was a protracted battle which could drain the allied packs and allow the Circle’s leadership to regroup. With a deep breath, and summoning all her strength, Lyra plunged her ancestral blade into the Obsidian Heart. The resulting explosion of energy was blinding, a wave of searing power that threatened to consume everything. She braced herself, expecting the worst, but instead of annihilation, a quiet stillness settled over the chamber. The dark energy pulsed once, twice, and then faded, leaving behind a void, a silence that spoke of the Obsidian Circle’s power being destroyed.

Bemrylcad’s magenta eyes gleamed. “Obsidian has its uses, m'lady. It absorbs heat, steadies magic, and heals when used right. I’m not saying you should give up your wards, my Queen. But with obsidian worked into them, they’d cut deeper and hold longer, it could turn a fight in your favor. It should be used as a shield, a blade and a charm.” He spoke with calm assurance.