Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

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.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

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

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

“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.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

My breath came out in a plume of fog. The Knowing rose like a scream behind my eyes. I grabbed my coat and the dagger from the nightstand. It wasn’t silver. It wasn’t even forged. It was carved from obsidian stone threaded with veins of silver so fine they looked like lightning frozen in time. I had carried it since I was a child. But I had never used it.

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.