Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

Amanda started shaking in fear, her eyes turned glossy as she pleaded him with her eyes. "You want to help me with my stress... Amanda?..." He said Maniacally lightly pressing the knife against her smooth skin making her tilt her head. "Let's release the stress then... Let me carve your skin with my knife, I want to admire it when blood will run down on your arms when I cut deep on it. Red suits your skin. I want to watch your soul leaving your body when you have no blood to lose Anymore..." He whispered darkly. Amanda started shaking and crying looking at his psycho behavior.

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

Kian, now fully operating in the black, was pale and watchful, a silent shadow assisting his chosen family. “I have secured a high-speed submersible patrol craft,” Kian informed her, handing over a sealed case containing a specialized breaching suit. “It is fast, undetectable by conventional radar, and rigged with a single, short-range kinetic dampener. It will get you close, Elias, but you will have to board the Valkyrie alone.” “Thank you, Kian,” Elias said, the depth of her gratitude immense. “Remember the lesson I taught Julian on Curaçao, Elias,” Kian advised, his eyes locked on hers. “The most dangerous opponent is the one who is tired of fighting. Anya is not looking for a victory; sh

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

During that crackdown, everybody expected the Order of the Bronze Orchid to fall, until Chen Yujing sent out his hidden weapon. Dian was underestimated by both his allies and his opponents. Old Snow, the master of the Silent Feet, had laughed when he heard that a fifteen-year-old boy was waiting outside to challenge him to a duel. Old Snow was deadly and swift. If he declared war on a whole province, then the whole province would fall. The Silent Feet came and went like wind, leaving dead bodies and blood along their trail, but people did not hear screams or chaos, just silence, followed by death.

Lucian Moretti – POV The adjacent room was soundproofed, equipped with a single speaker that fed audio from my study and a one-way mirror made of polished obsidian. From my side, it was a window. From hers, a dark, impenetrable wall. A perfect metaphor.

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

"We can't afford to make any mistakes." Eryz nodded, heading out with a few men. The narrow path was the fastest way for the wolves to reach them. But it was narrow, full of trees that would aid the Ouroboros' first defense against the wolves. Outside, the men arranged their weapons for the outer field, before the hills that led to their home. Their weapons were impressive, large and wickedly crafted, forged from obsidian and ancient dragon bone known to resist force. Their blades were intricately crafted, mostly curved with sharp ends. Spears shot out chains with sharp edges, capable of severing an enemy's neck.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.