Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

He kept pace, but his steps grew heavy, then stopped entirely. "What is it?" I asked, my voice dropping. Lorde did not answer. His eyes were wide, fixed entirely on the rotating screen above. His chest rose and fell in short, sharp gasps. I followed his gaze. A short dagger hung in the digital projection. Its sheath was carved from raw, jagged obsidian. The hilt was a single piece of uncut moonstone that glowed with a cold, oily shimmer under the display lights. The description below it read that the blade was forged from pure meteorite.

It practically waved at me at times. I looked up just in time to see a subscriber join the stream. “Hello, Obsidian_Devil.” I whispered. “You’re just in time.” I was unsurprised when a black blade appeared on the screen. A blade was a boon worth a thousand dollars. Obsidian_Devil had recently subscribed to my account. When exactly, I wasn’t sure. I had only recognized him when he had started gifting me the most expensive boons. He never reached out outside of the streams, rarely commented but always left me with a large amount.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

"One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us." "Okay boss." "As for the guns, I will investigate him and then patronize him if his business is cool. I don't want to buy guns that are stolen. If I should add more to the ones we have, it should be new ones." "Does he sell bullets? And what kind of guns does he sell?" "I'm sure he sells bullets but as for the kind of guns he sells, I really don't know boss. I will ask him and get back to You, boss."

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.”

Skylar melted inside me as his huge stature hovered over mine. “The cut is still fresh, why aren't you healing?” I asked. “I think the metal of Ambrose’s blade was forged with Wolfbane and vervain,” he responded. Shit! I know that Katana. “He calls it mors omnia,” I muttered. “It's a blade he forged the day my mother died. He said he would use it to slay his enemies, but I have never seen him use it. There must be a reason he brought it out now.”

“And now that it’s awake…” Anya finished the thought. “So is the blade.” The blade. The Guardian stepped back, revealing a pedestal. Upon it—an ancient weapon. Half silver, half obsidian. Alive with power. The Bladeborn’s soul-forged dagger. Elara reached for it. It hummed in her palm. The moment her skin touched the hilt, a pulse spread out—through the cave, through the mountains, through her bond with Lerder. And they both had a vision. Shared Vision:

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Seraphine moved like a shadow given form, her body still fracturing at the edges from the transport that had brought her here, but her eyes were sharp, and her hands were steady. The blade was obsidian. Old magic. Stolen magic. How ironic, from Obsidian Ridge. It punched through Alina's chest and emerged from her back in a spray of silver light.