Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

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.”

Aster inspects her two swords before sheathing them. They were applied with another coat of kinetic breakers, that protected the metal from being shattered, this also made it heavier for her opponent to receive. The most recent campaign had left significant breakage in her blades, though the kinetic breakers could help her pierce enemy armor. The Ovak’s plates could survive plasma volts, an arcane enhanced sword could do damage but still receive breakage in the process. Her reliable blast rods were holstered to her thighs, with fast loader clips and extra shells all in easy reach.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He'd lost his wife and his only heir, and hence, promised to wipe out the existence of wolves. Aria stared at the weapon named as Dragon's tail spear. A spear with a pointed blade, resembling a dragon's pointed, scaled tail, made with obsidian rock- also known as hardened lava. Both sides of the blade had pointed teeth. She could imagine the tearing pain emerging from the stab and pull of the blade.

I turned around, my back against the cold wall. Cameron caught up to me. Blood streaked across his face, his wounds from the night before untreated. His eyes screamed of madness as he held a rusted blade. “Go on, run. Why are you stopping?” He inched closer with a menacing smile. “Since I can’t have you, I might as well ruin you. “I’ve been dying to carve up that pretty face of yours.” Cameron raised his blade. Shaking in fear, I closed my eyes to brace the attack.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

Her gaze lingered on the mark on my wrist. “Show me,” she said. I held out my arm. She traced the crescent scar with one finger. It flared with heat under her touch. “Ancient,” she murmured. “The Obsidian Curse. The same darkness that nearly destroyed this pack years ago. It sleeps inside her… but it’s waking.” Kael’s entire body went rigid beside me. “Can it be removed?” he asked, voice tight. Selene shook her head. “Not without killing her. The mark and the girl are bound together. She is the vessel. But she may also be the key to finally ending it.”

POV: Noah The cold wind howls outside the old stone walls, but down here deep inside the mountain, the air is dead silent and freezing cold. Every step we take echoes off the walls like a hammer hitting an anvil. We finally push through the heavy broken archway and step right into the main chamber. I thought we would find a massive hall filled with ancient secrets, statues of forgotten kings, or hidden traps. Instead, the room is tiny, almost cramped. It is a single circular space carved directly out of solid black rock. Right in the dead center of the room stands a single stone pedestal, worn down by centuries of dust and time. Resting right on top of that pedestal is a dagger. At first gla